Eva, thanks for the pic. It is small but doesn't matter, it's Sandle, that's all that matters!
As promised:
My Sandle Proposal Dialogue of the Day
*inspired by PotC 3, quite long, dramatic and maybe a bit corny...*
Sara and Greg are processing a scene, when suddenly Greg notices a man nearby who carries a gun.
Greg: Hey!
The man looks at him, draws his weapon, aims at Sara who is a few metres away. Greg reacts immediately and without thinking, her rushes to Sara and pushes her onto the ground, landing on top of her. In the same instant, a gunshot pierces the silence, only miliseconds later a second one. The man falls to the ground, Greg looks at Sara who is pale in shock. In her hand she has her gun which is still smoking a little.
Sara: (shaky voice) What the hell… God, that was close…
She looks up at Greg.
Sara: (trying to smile) You may have saved my life, Greg, but could you please get off me?
Greg: (looks down at Sara, seriously) I love you, Sara.
Sara: (surprised) Wow, I… I’m gonna take that as a compliment.
Greg: (kind of desperately) Would you want to share the rest of our lives with me?
Sara: This isn’t exactly the right time, Greg, don’t you think?
Greg: It is. Because I’m not really sure how long ‘the rest of our lives’ will be. (closes his eyes)
Sara looks at him appalled, heaves him off her, turns him onto his back. He’s bleeding.
Sara: Oh god Greg, wait, I’ll call 911! Hey, look at me!
He opens his eyes. Sara dials and presses her hand onto his wound to stop the bleeding. She calls the paramedics, then puts the phone away and takes Greg’s hand.
Sara: Don’t worry, it’ll be alright, okay? Do you understand me Greg?
He doesn’t respond, she squeezes his hand and strokes his pale face.
Greg: Got you, hun.
Sara: (tries not to cry when she hears his weak voice) Just stay awake, did you get that? Just stay awake, look at me, Greg!
He moves his lips, but can’t speak. She can see the fear in his eyes, and she begins to tremble.
Sara: Everything will be fine, it’ll be alright, just hold on, will you? I don’t want to lose you, please, stay with me! (wipes away her tears, whispers) Damn Greg, I need you… please…
The ambulance approaches, Greg is laid onto a stretcher and stabilized. He opens his eyes, looks at Sara.
Greg: (hoarsely) I never got my answer… (is carried into the ambulance van)
Sara: (laughs with tears in her eyes, shouts) I do, you idiot! I want to! (runs towards the doc) Wait, let me come with you!
Doc: You’re his co-worker?
Sara: (smiles) No. I’m his fiancée. (climbs into van, sits down next to Greg and takes his hand) I’ll be right here, Greg. Forever.