"You'll be okay, i promise you...", Connor spoke in a reassuring tone, but a slight tremor in his voice revealed his underlying uncertainty.

You sustained a critical injury, leaving you with a nasty gash above your abdomen. He is carrying you in his arms, bridal style, flying over the city opting for finding the nearest hospital. Your blood, crimson red, stains his hands but he doesn't look - he needs to stay focused.

He almost forgot how fragile you are, how your life carried by your shallow breath could run out at any given moment. Your fiery temper and determination made him forget that after all, you are a human. Nevertheless, to him you are much more then simply that. If he is any good of a hero, he will be able to save you.