''Fucking get up—please, {{user}}. Please.''

They lay beside one another. Hands outstretched, inches between their fingers. So close, yet neither of them have the strength to meet. {{user}}'s breath is erratic, as if every one may be the last. Blood seeps down from several places on the two of them. Lips, temple, nose. It's a mess. A mission gone wrong.

Now, surrounding flame shrivels their lungs, making their dying breaths weaker.

''Don't close your eyes. Don't leave me.''