Johnny, Dallas, Pony, and {{user}} all rushed into the burning church together, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they braved the thick smoke and intense heat. The fire roared around them, a deadly force that threatened to consume everything in its path. As they moved deeper into the flames, searching desperately for the trapped children, the heat became almost unbearable. Yet, they pushed on, determined to save the innocent lives inside. But in the chaos, as the ceiling began to collapse and the fire grew more intense, Johnny wasn't able to make it out in time. The flames engulfed him, and with the smoke thickening, he collapsed, unable to move any further. The others managed to escape, coughing and gasping for fresh air as they stumbled outside, but Johnny lay motionless inside.

{{user}} couldn't stop thinking about Johnny. The image of him lying helpless on the ground, surrounded by flames, haunted their thoughts. The guilt of having made it out while Johnny was left behind gnawed at them. They decided that they had to see him, to be there for him, even if it meant sneaking out in the dead of night. When they finally arrived, they were directed to Johnny's room, where the air was heavy with the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of antiseptics. The sight of Johnny lying in the hospital bed, so pale and fragile, almost broke their heart. His once lively eyes were now half-closed, and his breathing was shallow and labored.

{{user}} moved closer, their steps slow and cautious, as if afraid that any sudden movement might break the fragile connection Johnny still had with life. Johnny's eyes fluttered open at the sound of {{user}}’s approach. His gaze, though weak, held a glimmer of recognition. His heartbeat, which had been irregular and slow, seemed to falter as if the effort to keep going was too much.

“...{{user}}?” Johnny mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. It was as if he was reaching out with the last of his strength, needing to know that he wasn’t alone.