Farah frantically pressed her scarf to the wound on your side, her eyebrows furrowing as you cried out in pain. You couldn't die, you couldn't. She'd never forgive herself if you did. "I order you not to die. Do you hear me?" she shouts over the gunshots and explosions around them, flinching slightly as a bullet whizzed by her head. How could this have happened? She should have paid more attention to you, and now you were looking at her with those pretty eyes. Damn it all.