She clutched her chest as the bullet ripped through her. She made a few more steps before crumpling to the ground.
He was at her side in a moment. "No, please..." Tears streamed down his face as he tore open her coat. He pressed his hands against the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "C'mon, baby. Hold on. Just...hold on..."
She put on a weak smile. "It's okay," she said. "We'll make it, next time."
He watched her slip away, and shook his head. "That's what you said the last time."
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