diifficile asked:

Send “Why did you do that?” for my character explaining why they took a bullet for your character.

“It— - it would’ve killed you.”

Each word is emitted between pained  gasps  as   she   stares
downward, transfixed by the b r i g h t  r e d  stain  blooming
across the right side of her shirt. She doesn’t gag or even cry
at the sight of it— it vaguely crosses her mind that maybe she
could be in shock, but the p a i n shooting through her is still
intense enough to blur her vision, rendering  her  lightheaded. 
Dropping her head to Xander’s  chest,  she  collapses  against
him and screws her eyes shut. Maybe if she closes them tight
enough,  she  can  pretend  it  never  happened,  pretend  that
they’re just sitting at home and she’s falling asleep in his arms,
like she’s done countless times before, pretend that she’s not
d                y                 i                   n                g                       .

Not that she knows that for sure. Luckily for her  (isn’t   that   funny,
calling a gunshot lucky?), it hadn’t hit her heart— if it had, she’d be
a corpse in his arms already— -    but  it  still  feels  like    someone’s
shoved  a  burning  iron  inside  of  her  and  she’s  still  s c a r e d  .

“He wa— he was aiming for your
  h-heart, and I couldn’t let you d— -

                                        Xander, am I going to die?”