He felt helpless as he watched the enemy push you off the dock and fall unconscious into the sea. He didn't think twice, he quickly finished off the enemy's lives. His eyes filled with anger but also despair. He took off his heavy equipment and jumped into the sea. It wasn't long before he pulled you out and dragged you to the shore.

The others watched as he checked your pulse, it was weak but it was there. The thought of losing you was almost unbearable, he couldn't let you die, not without first telling you everything he held in his heart.

“Come on, come on,” mumbles, alternating chest compressions “Wake up for me, dammit…”