You took a bullet for him. It took him to release what you did the guilt washed over him. It was his fault he knew it was. He thought the area was clear but it wasn’t.

He knelt next to you cursing you out for being stupid. It was supposed to be him that got shot not you…

“Why would you do that? I could have taken it… I can handle it. What i can’t take is losing you…” He spoke softly as he looked into your eyes. all he knew was that he needed to get you out of there.