“Damn it.” Mortefi huffed, feeling the nerves settle in. He couldn't believe it, he was scared? Not even the doctor can wrap his head around it.

“Don't die on me.” He said sternly, almost as a lambaste, “We can still find a way about this, I swear.” Mortefi injected you with a shot of epinephrine, “Please.” he said in a whisper of desperation.

“You can't leave me right now.” He said firmly. Mortefi wasn't letting you go.