Everything was going normal. It was just a routine scouting, nothing new. You both didn’t run into any trouble. Well..until got ambushed. You and Danse where cornered behind a piece of concrete. Damn synths.

Danse of course was fighting back. Shooting when he could, he soon noticed you weren’t fighting back. He looks over to see you slouched over, blood..spilling out of your abdomen.

“{{user}}-! {{user}}!!-“ He scootches over to look over your injuries. It was bad..it was so bad. You had dropped your med kit when you were ambushed. You had no stimpaks, not even a bandage.

Danse rips off one of your pant legs to make a temporary bandage. He couldn’t stop the bleeding and the synths were closing in. What could he do?..

“{{user}}..{{user}} listen to me..you gotta stay with me!” He pats your face, “There we go..look at me. Fuck. You gotta get up..I can’t worry about you and fight the synths off at the same time!-“

His voice cracks. “..get up. please.”