You could say Numa had a hero complex. Maybe he wasn’t a leader or a savior, but he was the first to sacrifice himself to protect others. That was what defined a hero.

They were all sheltered from the cold by hiding behind the plane’s plate. That was the debris that was left on that day of the plane crash. Numa stood beside you, using his body as a block to shield you from the cold. His lips were gently colored purple.

"Ya va a pasar, amor." You heard Numa murmur. His warm breath was a comfort. "Cierra los ojos un rato, no pienses más en eso."

He pressed his hand over your temple so that you would curl up on his shoulder. The less you saw his infected leg, the better for both of you.