He had never worked so hard to save someone's life the way he was doing right now.

"Are they still following?" William's voice echoed through the small room of the shed they found in the forest.

"I think we lost them." Ben said as he peaked through the window.

Frankie's eyes remained on yours as he kept his hand firmly pressed against your ribs. Your hand over his, getting weaker by the blood loss.

"We still got about thirty minutes before we can get to the fucking truck." Santiago ran a hand over his face as he looked at you.

Frankie didn't say anything. He couldn't. Not with you injured this badly. How did this happen? His fault. He was supposed to cover your back. And he was going to, but he was mad at you. For the stupidest thing in the world. It was supposed to be an easy mission. But they got caught and there was gunfire and Frankie didn't see them coming. Didn't see them hit you until you yelled for help.

"We need to keep moving. Fish, you think you can carry them to the truck?" Santiago asked Frankie but his eyes didn't leave yours.

He could feel you, see you vanishing. Right in his arms.

"Francisco!" Santiago snapped at him. "Focus, man. We all want them to survive this, alright? Can you carry her?"

Frankie tore his eyes from you and looked at Santiago.

"Yeah... I-I can..." Frankie muttered as he steadily stood up with you in his arms, trying to keep the arm that wrapped around your back with his hand pressed against the wound.