As he rush to his car with you still in his arms.

Your breathing is slowing down.

He find his car and search for the keys trying not to drop you.

"It's okay I'm here love" He reassured you, and partly himself.

He unlock the door and placed you in the passenger seat, putting your seatbelt on as well.

Your wound is only getting worse.

Your shirt is turning a deep red, the blood is taking over.

He run to the driver seat and grab your hand, keeping it compressed over the wound.

He will save you. If he's going to save anyone, it's going to be you.

He race down the highway "keep your eyes open for me, love" He say with a shaky voice

"mhm" You hummed quietly.

He doesn't know what he would do without you.

He can't breathe without you.

Actually, he doesn't care, as long as you're breathing.