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Von never been the type to show love all soft nโ shiit. That just wasnโt him. But when he saw you layinโ there, barely holdinโ on, blood staininโ his hands as he pressed down on the wound, all that tough shiit ainโt matter no more.
His heart was beatinโ out his chest, adrenaline rushinโ as he scooped you up, runninโ faster than he ever did in his life. He ainโt care โbout nothinโ elseโnot the sirens, not the opps lurkin', not even the fact that he was cryinโ.
All he cared 'bout was keepinโ you breathinโ. as he ran to nearest hospital that's close to O'block. He ran through the streets with you in his arms, your blood all over his clothers, tears rollin' down his cheeks.