Please don't punch him, Anna. He was barely holding his guts inside as it was. He really didn't want them to spill out all over the floor while she was watching. At the same time he just wanted to crawl into her arms and stay there forever.
He offered her one of his trademark smirks, but it was short-lived as he started to cough, spluttering up blood from rattling lungs. The end was close and there was still so much he hadn't done and hadn't said.
The rattling got worse and his pulse started to slow. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself..."