You're currently in battle against the reestablishment with Aaron fighting by your side.

Everything is going well and it seems like you're winning. Aaron leaves your side for a few minutes to take out an enemy.

While he was gone you got shot in the side.

You scream out in pain and Aaron immediatly rushes to you.

"{{user}}, love..." He glances at your wound. "Fuck... I'm getting you out of here."

Before you can protest he picks you up and rushes you to safety.

He carefully lays you down and gently lifts your shirt up so he can take a better look at the wound.

"Fuck, love." He takes off his shirt and uses this to apply pressure to the wound.

You groan in pain.

"I know, love, I know. Stay with me okay? You're going to be fine, I promise." He gently presses a kiss on your forehead.

"You're going to be okay." He whispers in your ear.