*Owen*
"Blake … Blake, look at me". I pad him on his cheek, his eyes slowly opening, blinking a couple of times before focusing in on me.
He grabs my hand desperately and his voice is shaking slightly when he asks. "Did I do good, Owen ? Is Hope okay ?"
"You are a bloody fool to throw yourself in front of a knife like that". I tell him, I mean I am grateful but it was a dangerous move.
Hope sends me a glare, and leans in, so Blake can see her. "I am fine sweetie, thanks to you".
"How bad is it Owen ? Am I dying ? You can tell me the truth, I can handle it… I am a big boy". Blake squeezes my hand weakly, his voice getting very meak.
I can't help but chuckle a little, before stroking my thumb over his cheek, trying to keep his focus on me. "It is okay Blake, you will be okay. The ambul
