Nancy's POV
I searched through the scattered dead bodies and not too far from where I was standing, there stood Baby the last man standing, he was covered in deep wounds and could barely stand on his two feet surrounded by enemies.
I lost it when his gaze met mine, he smiled at me while he fell slowly to the ground, I ran over to hold him, but he sniffed as his vision blurred, he raised his hand to touch my face but missed, he was probably thinking I wasn't real.
Even in his vision, he is thrilled to get a glimpse of my face before he shuts his eyes for the last time.
"My shining armour, you look so glamorous," he said with a smile as I held his hand and helped him touch my face.
"You are not here are you?" He whimpers as someone tries to attack us from behind.
I lay him back gently as I stood in front of the rest of the army, most injured barely standing up straight.
