His smile didn't fade but it lost a lot of the joy in it as he remembered that night. A soft and humorless laugh spilled out as he thought about it. "I realized you weren't dead and I screamed for help while I compressed the wounds on your stomach. When the crew came to help survivors I forced them to take you. They were rambling about not knowing what your records were right away so I tore at my sleeve to give them my blood. Said you were AB and I was O and needed to shut the fuck up and take it."

He nuzzled the arm he was resting on a bit. "When we got to the hospital they took you in. Apparently if you hadn't gotten blood on the way there you would have died since you'd lost so much. But they were able to save you and get the bullets out."