"Hey you're gonna be okay. It's okay. HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US!"

He tried so hard to stop the bleeding. But the man under him only chuckled quietly, amused by his crush.

"You're really bad at convincing me I'll be ok. You know this, right?"

The man hovering above him didn't find this amusing. He was freaking out and the teasing wasn't helping.

"Well sorry if I'm freaking out about this you were shot. I'm just trying to get someone's attention, you'll be ok."

The man laying down smiled softly as the other called for help again. He promised himself to love this man till the day he died and he didn't break the promise.

"It's okay to be scared. I am too."

The other looked at him and noticed the tears flowing freely down his face. At this, he called for help again, though deep down he knew nobody was awake at 2am.

"It's pointless. Nobody's gonna answer you. Just, spend this time talking to me. Make this a little easier."

He didn't want to die. But any attempts to counter the inevitable were hopeless. No matter how scared he was, he was going to die. And he accepted it as much as he could.

"No! You have to live! We'll get you help and you'll live and you'll wake up with me by my side and I'll love you and you'll love me back! Then tomorrow I'll make waffles with strawberries and feed you in bed and everything will be okay!"

He smiled sadly at his love. He wanted that to happen so much but he knew it wouldn't. He wouldn't lie to himself. The pain was overwhelming and he just wanted to sleep. He would sleep. Right after he told his love he felt the same.

"I love you too, mi Amor"

His eyes closed slowly, his sad smile turning to a neutral expression as his heart stopped. He was gone.

"ROMAN"