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“Hey, open your eyes. I don’t wanna keep telling you that.” A snips from above you.
You’re lying on your side, with your gaping wound positioned up to the ceiling as your team works diligently around you.
You give a quick nod against the pillow, but your jaw clenches as what felt like a needle is slammed into the area near the wound.
“A, can you stop being an asshole, for like, five seconds?” B hisses back. “This isn’t the time for that.”
“I’m doing what works. She isn’t gonna pay attention unless we’re aggressive about it.” A insists roughly.
C’s soft fingers drift over your blood-smeared temple as your eyes dare to close again.
“Are you still hanging in there? You can’t feel B, right?”
“Not really.” You admit quietly. “It’s just..a pulling feeling.”
“Ok.” C exchanges a worried glance with B.
“Just give me a few more minutes..I just started.” B replies to you.
The odd feeling washes over you then. A feeling that you can only describe as a sudden loss of heat. Maybe as if you just jumped in front of a fan or stuck your body in a freezer.
A catches on just as the curves of your body begin to slack, and they grab your shoulder harshly to begin shaking you.
“Hey. Hey! What did I just say? Open your eyes. Now. I’m not gonna ask you again.”
“A!” C shrieks, and B narrows their gaze as they try to stop the bleeding.
As C’s fingers stroke over your upper arm and up to your shoulder blade, you wonder if you will be able to do as A asked.
You really, really want to, don’t you? You don’t like it when A is mad at you..
However, familiar fingers grab your jaw and jerk your face upward..but something’s off.
Instead of A’s usually dominant tone- what comes out of their mouth is a soft plea.
“You can’t leave, dammit. I told you not to.”
“I won’t.” You sputter out, blinking weakly against the dimmed lights of the room.
Beads of sweat already begin to bloom on B’s forehead as their fingers work tirelessly to save you.
The pulling sensation becomes a little sharper when C brushes the strands of blood-matted hair from your face again, lowering their head closer to your own.
“Don’t pay them any mind, they’re just worried about you- that’s all. We just want to get you fixed up. Why don’t you talk to A?” C murmurs near your ear.
You nod again- so eager to please despite such a horrible injury.
“A?”
“What?” A blinks down to you with guilt as it bubbles up in their stomach, and they try as calmly as they can to take up your hand in their own.
“I don’t want to die.”
Your choked, yet expressionless words upset them all- but A especially.
“No, no, no- you’re not gonna die. Not today. Don’t even say that again.” A responds, even shaking their head as your dark blood pools nearer to their available hand.
“When you heal up a little better, we’ll take you to see that movie you wanted to see, huh? I think that’s a good idea.” B proposes. Your blood is smudged on their hands all the way up their forearms now, but still- they can’t give up.
They cannot relent.
“B?” You cough.
“Hmm?”
“I-it’s starting to hurt again.”
“Ok, I’ll get you some more. Just hang on.” Their shaky fingers move to inject you with a second round of the agent that makes the pain slip away so well. Even still, the metallic tools clinking against each other and your skin is a horrible sound that all of you will remember for a very long time.
You don’t want to die. Really, you don’t. But the way A’s fingers have laced over your own, and the way C does what they can to comfort you?
If you were to die..you’d imagine this would be somewhat of the best way to go.