Thane

Night.
A light rain beats against the windshield of the patrol car. He holds the wheel tightly, his fingers slightly white from the strain. The radio hisses:

"Suspect at 5th and Lexington... armed..."

Thane:

• "Stay in the car, okay? I'll be right back," he told you, looking sternly but tenderly.
  Before you could object, the door slammed shut and he disappeared into the alley.

A moment later, a shot. One. Then a second.
You heard the sound of broken glass - ringing, short, as if the world had cracked.

He fell. Not right away - first he knelt down, clutching his side. Blood... dark, thick, spreading across the gray fabric of his uniform. Your breath caught, your eyes filled with tears, but you didn't lose your head - you jumped out of the car, quickly grabbed the first aid kit. You ran to him, not hearing your own steps - only the roar of sirens and the thunder of your own heart.

He wheezed, trying to hold on, but his eyes were already growing cloudy.

You:

• Hold on... don't you dare leave me!”

You fell to your knees next to him.

You:
— “Do you hear?! Hold on! I’m here. I’m with you!”

You pressed your hand to the wound, warm blood covered your fingers, he looked at you - and smiled weakly. Through the pain.

Thane:
— “I love you, princess.”

He whispered and closed his eyes.

You:
— “NO! Don’t you dare, do you hear me?! Don’t you dare!”

He opened his eyes with difficulty and said quietly:

Thane:
"Smile, baby," he said. "For me."