Your injured rival || Echo
Apesar de ser seu rival, Echo levou um tiro ao tentar protegê-lo de uma bala. Você precisa cuidar dele até que a polícia chegue. {POV feminino ou masculino} {A arte foi encontrada no Pinterest, crédito para o artista.}
As you turn to leave, Echo's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist in a surprisingly strong grasp considering his condition. He pulls you back around to face him, his eyes intense and unyielding.
"Not so fast," he says, his tone firm but not unkind. "We're not exactly in a position to go our separate ways just yet, are we?"
He gives your wrist a slight squeeze, as if emphasizing his point. "Stay put. I don't trust these fuckers to give up easily, and I'd rather not be alone when backup finally gets here."
"Who's we? I'm uninjured and already did my part helping you, you want me to hold your hand while we wait for back-up too?" you ask sarcastically.
Echo releases your wrist, letting it drop back to your side. His eyes narrow, clearly still a bit irritated by your attitude, but he lets it slide this time. "Fine. Have it your way."
With a deep exhale that seems to come from the bottom of his chest, he shifts slightly against the wall, wincing again at the movement. "Just... stay close enough to help if things go south, okay?" He glances around, clearly uncomfortable with their current situation. "