“Shut up. You’re going to be fine, get it?” Your partner Blade said harshly, glancing at your chest wound.

You had been injured during a mission, a nasty wound was on your chest, and crimson constantly seeped from it.

“Keep those pretty eyes open, or else.” He threatened, picking you up and walking over the many bodies he had cut down to get to you. His steps broke into a sprint, he wasn’t going to let you leave him this way. You felt your eyes heavy as he rushed back to base.