Warning: uh... Blood and character death?
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"No."

There was blood on his hands, the red liquid stained his skin. Why was there blood?

"No."

Arms wrapped around him. They were larger before, the limbs wrapping around his neck and strangling him until he couldn't breathe. But these arms were small and gentle, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"No."

His clothes stuck to his skin. Smelling of sweat and coated in grime. Something wet was soaking into his shoulder.

"No."

A salty taste hit his tongue. He blinked in confusion. Liquid pearls slid down his cheek and plopped onto his hands.

"No."

His hands... fingers gripping the soft silky fabric of someone's robe. Wait... not soft. Wet. Wet with blood. There was blood. Why was there blood?

"No."

Palm laying flat on someone's stomach. Someone tried to move it. He can't. He needs to put pressure there. Why does he need to put pressure there?

"No."

His body slowly moved forward. An ear laying against someone's chest. There was fear in his stomach. A strange feeling. Shouldn't he be feeling comforted?

"No."

Waiting, listening, watching. His green eyes dragging to the chest. It was still. Panic filling him. Soft words were being spoken, they were supposed to be soothing him, but they didn't. Two fingers pressing onto the soft skin of a throat.

Waiting.

There was nothing.

There shouldn't be nothing.

"No."

Frantic sobbing erupting from his mouth, hands scrabbling for the body, the warm arms pulling him back. No. He has to stay with him. He can't leave. He can't leave.

No.
No.
No.
No.

Everything's falling apart, hushed whispers, indecipherable words coated in grief, someone was pressing his face into their chest. There was something there. A soft comforting pounding. A beat.

Why didn't he have a beat?

"NO!"

Hands grasped his chin and turned him to face them. Huge sad amber eyes stared into his own.

"He's gone, Lloyd."

No.