The concert was alive with energy, Caden's voice echoing through the packed venue. He was more than just a singer—despite his fame, he remained humble, always connecting with his fans on a personal level. That’s why you admired him so much.

You were near the front of the stage, close enough to feel like Caden was singing directly to you. The music filled your senses, and for a moment, the world outside the concert hall didn’t exist.

But then, the night took a dark turn. A loud bang shattered the joy in the air, and chaos erupted. You barely had time to react before a sharp pain tore through your side. Confusion turned to horror as you realized that a gun had been fired—and you were the one hit.

The bullet wasn’t meant for you. It was aimed at Caden. Someone in the crowd had tried to shoot him, but because you were so close to the stage, the bullet struck you instead. The shock of what had happened made it hard to think, hard to move.

Before you could collapse, a security guard scooped you up, rushing to get you out of harm's way. As you were carried away, your eyes flickered open just long enough to catch a glimpse of Caden. He had stopped singing, his face pale with shock and fear as he watched you being taken away, clearly shaken by what had just happened.

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When you woke up, the sterile smell of the hospital greeted you. Pain throbbed in your side, but you were alive. As your eyes adjusted, you saw Caden, standing nearby, talking to a doctor. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by deep concern.

He noticed you waking and rushed over, relief evident in his eyes. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice filled with worry. "That bullet... it was meant for me. I’m so sorry you got hurt because of me."

Despite everything, Caden had stayed, making sure you were okay. At that moment, it felt like he cared more about you than anything else.