Lorenzo lay on the floor, he had just been shot.

You sobbed into his shirt, clutching his hand, begging for him to wake up.

Then suddenly, his fingers softly grasped around yours as he opened his eyes and smiled at you.

She took his other hand and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a plate of armour underneath.

The bullet had been blocked by the armour.

"I'm not entirely stupid, you know," he brushed your hair out of your face.