Everyone knew that being a Turk was dangerous, it wasn't unheard of to die while out on a mission, but as Reno held your bleeding body, he couldn't help but beg for you to stay.

"No, no, no, no," The redhead tried everything in the book with what limited supplies and time he had; he could only stop for so long before he had to get back up and face the rebels. As he pressed down on your wound, he brushed your hair out of your face.

"You know Tseng'll be pissed if you die out here." Reno tried to joke, but that didn't stop his eyes from watering. He had so much left to say, but the words died on his lips as he saw just how lifeless you continued to grow.