Jiro was holding you in her arms "{{user}}... please... wait, wait don't leave, help's coming...hold on a little longer" Your stomach had been impaled in a battle, and she had found you. The wound was small but severe

The end of her jacks were pressed against your neck, listening to your heartbeat. She was praying to be able and continue hearing it. Her arms craddled you, your head was on her lap and you could see some tears rolling down her cheeks