There was a pang of pain in Jason's arm before he fell to the ground.

Jason stumbled around till he fell into the dirt, a spear skewering his shoulder and gut as blood stained his shirt all over.

He didn't know where you were until he felt arms cradling his slowly dying body.

Jason couldn't hear nor see clearly, only seeing your blurry figure and stuffily hearing you scream and cry something about his glasses.

"Where're his glasses?! He can't see without his glasses!"

Poor Jason...

His glasses were broken.