Work Text:
The world around you was slowly being overtaken by black holes swimming in your vision as you fell with a dull thud on the grey cement. You could faintly hear heavy and rushed footsteps coming closer to you as you felt your eyelids grow heavier.
"Hey, hey hey hey, it's okay, it's okay, I've got you, dearest." Chuuya said, almost pleadingly, in a hushed tone. He lifted your head onto his lap and cradled your face with his arms, ignoring the blood that trickled from your mouth onto his gloves.
The slight shaking of his body made Chuuya absolutely despise himself; if he'd been stronger, he would've been able to protect you in some way. But he didn't have time to worry about that, or about Fyodor's puppy, Gogol, who was in the process of making his escape.
Fyodor sure knew how how to press into one's pressure points, but he'd completely crushed Chuuya's pressure point, which was you. Everything about you. If Chuuya heard someone dissing you, they'd immediately get an earful of why you were the most amazing person on earth. If he caught someone harassing you, they were immediately catapulted into the nearest wall. If he saw someone coming onto you, well, they might as well just been considered dead.
However, you were not to considered dead by any means, Chuuya was
"Chuu," you tried your best to smile at him, but just caused more blood to dribble out of your mouth, and to send you into a fit of coughing, making the tiny, poison-laced sewing needles sink further into your organs.
"Hey, don't speak. You'll be okay. Help is on the way." Chuuya removed his gloves to run his fingers along the side of your face, noticing only then that your face was wet due to the tears falling from his eyes.
"Don't need any." You said, ever the stubborn girl that Chuuya had come to know and love.
"We'll have none of that, you." Chuuya joked with a heavy heart. You let out a shaky breath and succumbed to the sleepiness you were feeling. So sleepy--taking a quick nap would probably help you feel better. You began to shut your eyes, but Chuuya began to rock back and forth to keep you moving and keep you awake.
"Chuu, I need to sleep. I'm so tired." You said slowly, your voice raspy due to the blood leaking into your vocal chords. It seemed as if you were drowning in your own blood.
"Then let's talk. Let's do something to wake you up. C'mon." Chuuya said hurriedly, still dragging his fingertips along your cheek. But your eyes were already closed, and your breathing was already extremely shallow.
"I love you, Chuuya." You said with a tone of finality, making Chuuya's heart drop to the pit of despair that been stewing in his stomach.
Y/n, don't die on me...please." He begged, his voice cracking. He felt so small and so helpless that he could've been carried away by the soft breeze that carried your soul away from him.