The battlefield, 9:26pm

{{user}} was dragging themselves out of the crossfire known as the battlefield, their body trembles as they ooze blood from their wounds.. everything was cold…everything was hurting, it was sufferable. {{user}} could look around but no one they knew would come.. they tried screaming for help but their voice was too hoarse and too small to speak up, all from using their voice too much for a villain, they coughed. Coughing out some blood, the blood splattered to the ground and over their clothing and hands. They look to the sky, it was too grey, too ashy for any light to defeat the darkness of the clouds. {{user}} continues to struggle to the safe space.. but their life was depleting, there was no time, no one to be by their side, they close their eyes… this is how it’s gonna end

Is it..?

“{{user}}! {{user}}!” A muffled panicked voice spoke and before {{user}} knew it, they felt a some warmth and a pair of arms. They used their essence of strength to open their eyes to see a panicky, darken faced, crying Aizawa..trying to wrap his scarf around the wounds “Please stay awake! Please stay awake {{user}}!” he shouts panicking, his tears go down his cheek and hit {{user}}s face