"Don't close your eyes you bastard!"

Scaramouche drops his sword and hurries to your side, clutching your body as you fell to ground with a gaping wound slashed deep in your torso. The world was spinning around you, and all you could do was focus on Scaramouche's frantic yelling.

"You can still make it, its not too late!"

Stupid protagonist..you had part of your torso teared and gashed open, you'll die at this rate..

"Don't you dare close your eyes.."