Aaron's heart started beating faster; the world had gone mute. All he could hear was his own heartbeat and your shallow breath.

For a few seconds, he stayed there, unmoving. He stared at your body falling on the floor, completely frozen. It was like the world stopped functioning, existing, the moment you took that bullet from his father.

Because the moment you took that bullet, the moment he heard you whisper his name among your whimpers, his world collapsed.

Then, he stepped forward. He finally got his feet to move, and before he knew it, the air left his lungs, and he rushed to you.

"Love, my sweet love, you'll be alright, okay?" His lip shivered, his hands were shaking as he removed his shirt to put it on your wound.

"You'll be okay. Just don't sleep. Don't close your eyes, love. Keep talking to me, okay? I want to hear your beautiful voice." He attempted a weak smile as his other hand stroked your hair as gently as he could, as though the bullet you just took made you as fragile as a doll.

To anyone, it would have been strange to see Warner lose his cool like this; he was a robot, unable to feel any emotions. Except when it was about you. It was always about you. Everything in his life was about you. The way he lived his life. The plans he made. The decisions he took. The orders he gave. The friendships he made. The things he liked. It has always been because of you.

That's why you can't die. Because the moment you will? Aaron Warner will only become the shell of the mercenary he once was.