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I'm dead.. I'm so dead.
I stared at the sword 1x4 held as he ran to me. I closed my eyes.. Hoping for it to be over. After a moment I heard someone run over and punch or.. Hit someone?
I was suddenly picked up. Thrown over someone's shoulder. I opened my eyes to be met with guest’s hands around me. Running as he held me.
What?
. . .
Why was I getting held like this? Is he okay? Did he get hurt?.
My mind raced with questions. But there was not an answer to any of them. Yet. All I really cared about was the way 1x4 was chasing us. Guest seemed exhausted. I mean, why wouldn't he. I'm not exactly the lightest or fittest. I've been thinking of making sure I lose weight for the benefit of myself and others. So I'm not an obstacle or an annoyance. I'm sure I already am anyways. Knowing no one really likes me as much.
. . . Except for guest, he's been caring towards me. Most certainly. He would help me out when I would be getting chased and injured. Like this, he would block off the killer's moves and help me and him get away. He was very caring, I admired that. The way he would be so kind to the others and care so much, though he most definitely prioritized us instead of himself. Which I was concerned about, sometimes he would sacrifice himself for us. And I knew it hurt. Being the punching bag and dealing with death so many times. Killing himself for our safety.
I knew he worked hard for us, he shouldn't. Really. He was probably stressing himself out most of the time. I saw him have this look on his face when someone dies. Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He always seemed so tired, I noticed with his features his eye bags have been a bit heavier.
We soon stopped running, I snapped out of my thoughts to find out that 1x4 had stopped chasing us. Thank god. Guest soon put me down, panting as he coughed. He seemed more injured than I was. Slashes and cuts along his body. God I should've been more careful so he didn't need to work under these conditions for me.
“Guest - you- you need to rest . . you could kill yourself-’
(Swap over to guests POV!!! 🙏)
He gazed over at me. His eyes met mine with exhaustion. He saw so much. And he works so hard for us. I can't brush that off. His care and actions. The way he pushes himself in front of others.
“I'll be okay 007. I need to be there for the others anyways. I cant have them die.’
“No- no! You won't go guest. I wont allow you to.”
“You shouldn't stay here, go find buildermans dispenser.”
He spoke so sternly but I'm not budging. If he goes out there ill kill myself so he has a reason to live.
“If you go out there ill kill myself. So you can live. I will not have you sacrifice yourself again like you always do.”
His eyes faltered at the sound of his words. Sighing as he fell against the wall. Wincing at the pain of his wounds from 1x4. Fuck he didn't even notice how hard he was hit. He breathed heavily. Groaning as he brought his hand up to grip onto his arm. A large cut resided there. Draining blood from him.
007 stared at him. His face showed concern as he watched his teammate struggle from the pain. He walked back a bit.
“Here- I have a medkit I wasn't able to use..”
He suddenly pulled out a medkit. Immediately walking over to guest and moving his hands. Bandaging up his wounds on his arms. He noticed a huge gash on his side. He looked up at guest, 007s eyes meeting guests. He asked for confirmation. Making sure guest was okay with him taking off his vest and shirt.
“Are you okay with me taking off your upper clothing guest..?”
His voice was soft, laced with care as he watched guest nod at his question. Giving him consent for doing so. He reached his hands up to his vest. Slowly but surely taking it off. He moved his hands to his shirt, fumbling a bit as he then took it off. Looking at the gash on his side. Shit. It was bad.
“Tell me if anything hurts.. Please.”
He let out a deep breath before kneeling down in front of guest. Being careful with his movements. He was gentle and slow with guest.
“Could you move a bit so I can wrap this around..?”
He spoke so softly to him. He obviously cared so much for him. It was… odd. It felt like he was in a different place when it came to 007. He seemed to be touching him with so much care. Like he was the only one there. It shouldn't matter. Right? He's only a friend to him. Nothing more. He would never be gay. The way his fingers grazed along his skin. He was so gentle. And his gaze. He wasn't focused on his face, looking at his scars along his body.
Guest winced at the feeling of the bandages tightening around the wound. Shutting his eyes as he panted. Fuck it hurt, it hurt so much. It burned all over his waist. 007 immediately moved closer and held him to his chest.
“I know I know.. Just hold onto me. I know it hurts..I'm so sorry.”
He whispered to him, being careful as he continued to wrap the bandage around his wound. He hated how he had hurt him, though he needed to do this so he was okay. Guest had gripped onto 007’s blue shirt. His breaths laboured as he winced from the continuous pain, it soon stopped. The burning sensation dying down. He could still feel his gash on his side. But it was more endurable.
007 made this place actually bearable sometimes. The way he would always come to me to help out. Or to just check up on me. When the others were busy he would always be there. Helping me out and making sure I was okay.
As he finished with the bandages he helped me put on my shirt. Being careful with me. He acted like I was a vase, something that could shatter at any moment. . . It reminded me of her, daisy. My ex-wife. She would always help me when I injured myself. He would be just like her and be so careful with me.
Fuck. . . do I like him . . . ?