You were loyal.

Far loyal than he believed he every was.

Every time he hurt you, every time he betrayed you, lied to you, you would forgive him. You gave him nothing but love and respect.

He truly did not deserve you. He didn't deserve your kindness, your patience, your love. So when he saw you in pain, never like he has seen before. Hunched over, holding your wound, staring up at him as though you were the one to blame. You had been the one to take the blade that was meant for him. He should have seen this coming, he should have known some would be angry with him. 

"You'll be alright," He said with confidence as he picked you up. Despite having a growing feeling in his stomach that he may lose you he ignored the feeling and faced that man who had hurt you. His expression held nothing but hatred and you swore you could see that his physical form was slowly changing. Everything was a blur but you did vaguely see a figure walk towards you.

His hands lingered on your body, they lingered on your injuries as he stared at you. You took his hand off of your wound, it hurt to feel him press on it. He stared at you and you sent him a smile, one that was pure and filled with love and once again he wondered how he had been so lucky to have someone as loving, kind, and generous as you in his life. He held your hand tighter and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

"(Name)" He whispered in a tone you never believed someone like him could harbor. You choked back a sob at his sudden gentleness towards you. His heart clenched as he held onto your hand tighter. He slowly leaned down and he brought his lips to the corner of your mouth. He slowly pulled back. "Thank you (Name)" he whispered as he gripped your hand even tighter. Your hand hurt more than the wound in your side.