You persisted. Persisted that he continued on. You far too injured, even if he tried to haul you back to camp, you’d die on the journey.

“Just…go…” You murmured weakly, moving your hand to unhook your dog tags from your neck, wanting to give them to him - which would be a lovely commemoration. If the man wasn’t so stubborn.

“I don’t care, I’m not leaving you.” He said flatly, trying to figure out the best way to carry you. “I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”