This is based on a dream I had about the most recent "Blacklist" episode. The last scene has haunted me since.
I knew he couldn't die as I kneeled, cradling his head in my lap. He's Raymond Reddington, the notorious criminal. Who could possibly kill this man? I held my coat to the bullet wound and knew it mustn't punctured a lung as he gasped for air, blood trickling out of his lips.
"You can't die," I told him, leaning down to whisper, "There's too much left for us to do."
I didn't know how but I was confident we would save him.
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