Short, ragged breaths escaped the mercenary as he pulled you away from the gun fire. Your back was pressed to his chest as he cradled you in his arms. βGod damn it.β He hissed, watching as your blood stained the sand beneath you. You didnβt deserve this; to have gotten in between the crossfire and shot down. He choked on his breath, words swelling in his throat and suffocating him. You canβt die. Nicholas would be nothing without you. You had brought out the side of himself he wanted to hide. If you died, he would be lost.
Mindlessly wandering without a compass to lead his soul. You were his compass. The smoke he filled his lungs with, the very angel God had sent from Heaven above to be by his side. With trembling fingers, he reached into the inner pocket of his blazer. The feeling of the familiar vial, filled with liquid that was a teal blue color. βJust hold on a little longer, sweetheart.β He rasped out. The thought of losing you made his mind spin. God, why did you have to be like that? Plague his thoughts, and be the answer to the mindless prayers he mumbled at night.
Breaking open the vial, he tilted his head back as he drained the regenerative drug into his mouth. His lips were flush against yours in moments, letting the liquid slide between your lips into your mouth. It was unorthodox, but your body wouldnβt be able to handle a full vial of the drug. That would kill you faster than any wound. A tear escaped his eye, dripping onto your chin as he kissed you. It felt like it was upside down, but he didnβt care. Saving you was Nicholasβ priority.