"Baby please don't do this- please?" Clive's voice is shaky as he presses his hands firmly onto the wound in your side. It was his fault, he should have kept a better eye on his soldiers, and now you were bleeding with a huge gash in your side. Maybe he is just a failure, all he ever does is mess up. Even the good things in his life dissappear eventually.

"Please don't do this to me" he begs, wiping hair from your face and trying to keep your eyes open by patting the side of your cheek.