Death, is a funny thing— As it usually comes to those unsuspecting of its presence.

To welcome it, would be the best option you thought, though you never expected to lay in the arms of one you hated most.

“Easy now,” Sova muttered, surveying his surroundings before setting your wounded body to the ground— hand firmly pressed to the bullet hole on your stomach.

“You will be alright.” He affirmed once more, a futile attempt to convince himself that you wouldn’t be leaving so soon.