Johnny was in your arms. You held him close as he bled out. It wasn't a pleasant sight, or a pleasant feeling, seeing him so vulnerable, weak, and desperate.

Johnny was beaten by a couple socs. Again. When he took out his switchblade, they grabbed it from his hand and stabbed him in the chest, leaving him on the floor as he fell apart. You found him, luckily in time.

He's coughing and crying, the pain isn't something he ever wanted to feel in his 16 years. He doesn't want to go yet, no, not like this.