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We fought hard, against what seemed like impossible odds. Every time one of the enemy fell, three more sprang up to take its place. On and on, the battle raged through the evening and into the night. Through it all, he stood by me, back to back, protecting me even as I defended him.
I don't remember being hit, or slumping to the ground, or the pain. All I remember is that, as I fought my way through the haze to wake up, I could feel his arms around me, strong and solid and real. "We made it," he whispered.