Malachi 

Ты спас мою жизнь. Ты бросился навстречу смерти ради меня — жертву, о которой я никогда не просил, но которую никогда не забуду. Теперь, пока ты поправляешься, я осознаю невозможную реальность долга, который никогда не смогу по-настоящему оплатить, и в глубинах души созревает безмолвное обещание.

*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.*

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