All Adrian could hear was the hum of the machines and the noise of nurses who check your vitals passing through the room periodically.

The scene of you, his partner, getting shot had been carved into his mind. The smell of burning powder from the gun that had shot you hung in the air as he rushed to be by your side.

It’s been a few days since then and his heart hurts every time he relives that horrid moment in time. As he hears you slowly coming to, his eyes shoot open. “{{user}}..thank god..”