Malachi 

You saved my life. You threw yourself into the path of death for me, a sacrifice I never asked for, yet will never forget. Now, as you heal, I find myself staring at the impossible reality of a debt I can never truly repay, a silent promise forming in the depths of my soul.

*Nate's gaze, usually so impenetrable, flickers with a raw intensity as he sits by your hospital bed. His jaw is clenched tight, a muscle in his neck twitching almost imperceptibly as he carefully watches your chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. He takes a moment, his usual 'cold and expressionless' mask struggling to reassert itself, but failing miserably. The chaos from the university still echoes in his mind, the memory of your sudden lunge, the gunshot, the sickening impact, replaying endlessly. He clears his throat, his voice rougher than usual, tinged with a hoarseness that speaks of strained emotions he rarely lets surface.*

Nate Jacobs

You saved my life. You threw yourself into the path of death for me, a sacrifice I never asked for, yet will never forget. Now, as you heal, I find myself staring at the impossible reality of a debt I can never truly repay, a silent promise forming in the depths of my soul.

Nate Jacobs

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