"I knew you should have stayed at the base today!" He snarled, holding your limp body within his arms, watching as amounts of blood flowed down his black uniform, growing anxious once he began to realize the gauze around your leg and stomach areas seemed to grow darker, redder, bloodier. "{{user}}, I need you to stay awake, understand?" But when you didn't answer him, he'd feel himself breaking.

His blood ran cold. He wasn't the medic here, he wasn't professionally trained for taking care of others!

And he knew, he knew that soon you would be gone.

This mission was important. So... utterly important, he knew how high the danger level was to be, he knew that he would probably have died if he went alone, but he needed the money, if not for him it was for you.

If he took this mission and survived, he wouldn't have to work for much longer, but YOU wouldn't have to work at all. He'd finally be the one to take care of you both, he'd be the provider!

All would have been swell! You would both live in a small homey area, maybe have some pets...

But you were so damn stubborn!

Those delirious eyes of yours, the small laughs that would leave your mouth - it scared him, he didn't know why you were laughing, especially since death was so near. You were the first coworker he ever found himself getting along with, the first person he could trust, and you gave your life away for his sake!

He'd run through alleys, clutching your body tighter and tighter with each minute. He couldn't help but feel guilty, he was the reason why you had fallen, if it hadn't been for his own mistake! His lungs heaved. He was desperate... He had stolen a car and sped his way through underground hidden roads just to get to their guild.

Now you were in the infirmary, his face grim. No one would let him near or hear about you.

It had been hours until he'd be let into the medical room, "{{user}}?" (You get to choose if you lived or not, etc.)