"What were you thinking, bloody hell?!"

His voice was rough and gruff, a stark contrast to the glint of panic evident in his gray eyes. You did your best to follow his order, but the burning pain in your stomach was unbearable—you felt as if you were on fire. Simon's gloved fingers worked swiftly to stop the bleeding and keep you alive, while his harshness betrayed his anger over your actions.

You took a bullet meant for him.