Crimson Stains

Her head is buried in his chest in what would normally be considered a romantic gesture.

But not today.

Today, it's buried there because she's unconscious. Blood is soaking through her shirt, her eyes screwed shut. He's carrying her, but not because she's a damsel in distress needing to be saved.

No, she took a blow for him just now. Blocking him from a sword meant to impale him. It skewered her instead. She'd fought valiantly, blocking the sword with her own. Yet somehow his opponent's sword had sliced through her's like butter.

Now he's carrying her back to save her life before the crimson stains get worse.