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Hoxton's scream rang out inside the building, louder than the gunfire. Fear and rage grabbed Wolf's insides and twisted, his blood boiling, as he immediately abandoned his lock picking and bolted to where the sound came from. He skidded around the corner, readying his gun, and coming face to face with the scene:
>Hoxton laying on the ground, grimacing and gripping his thigh that was pouring blood.
>A SWAT unit, sick in the head, taunting him as he crouched by his head, pressing his handgun to his temple. Dragging it out as long as he felt like.
Rage overpowered the fear and Wolf ran in, only hearing the blood rushing in his ears. He tackled the cop, and felt a spike of panic drive itself through his chest as he heard a shot. He quickly checked Hoxton. It only grazed him. He turned back to the SWAT, pinning him to the floor and pulling out his saw, cutting through the helmet and into his head.
Blood spattered all over his suit and mask.
He relished in it for a moment.
Then he turned back to Hoxton and felt only fear. He rushed over and checked his wound.
Fuck, he was bleeding a lot.
Wolf's hands shook as he carefully picked Hoxton up out of his pool of blood. He rushed out of the building and to the van, laying Hoxton down onto the bench and pulling both their masks off, kneeling down beside him.
Hoxton was pale and sweating, but smiling, "Quite the knight in shining armor, aren't you Wolfie?"
Wolf didn't reply and grabbed a first aid kit, pulling out the roll of gauze and making an attempt to wrap the wound. It was no use, Hoxton's blood just soaked through. Wolf pushed down a panicked whimper, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.
"Wolf. I've lost a lot of blood."
Wolf squeezed his eyes shut, grabbing Hoxton's hand, "Shut up. You're going to be fine. We're gonna get you back to the Safehouse and Chains will fix you up just fine-"
Hoxton squeezed his hand, "C'mon Wolfie, be realistic. Most people don't lose this much blood and manage to make it out alive."
Wolf looked at Hoxton, eyes burning as tears started to form, "Shut up, you're going to be okay, the blood loss just has you delirious."
"Wolf." Hoxton's voice was stern.
Wolf made a pathetic sound in his throat and shut his eyes again.
"Look at me."
Wolf reopened his eyes, looking at Hoxton. Hoxton placed a bloody hand on the back of Wolf's head and pulled him close, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips and then affectionately nudging their noses together.
"Don't forget me, got that?"
A broken sob forced its way out of Wolf, "Hox-"
"Wolfie."
Wolf pressed his forehead to Hoxton's shoulder, body shaking as he held back more sobs, "You're- You're gonna make it."
Hoxton laughed weakly, "I don't remember you being such an optimist."
"I'm being a realist because you're going to be fine."
"Look at me, please."
Wolf shook his head.
He was scared.
He felt Hoxton sob, "Wolf, please."
Wolf whimpered again and looked up at Hoxton, who was giving him a sad smile. Wolf glanced down for a moment as he felt warmth on his knees. Hoxton's blood had started pooling around him. That's when all hope drained out of him.
Hoxton cradled his cheek in his hand, Wolf leaning into the touch. His tears dripped onto Hoxton's palm, watering down the blood and making it run in transparent drops.
Hoxton spoke again, choking up, "Wolfie. I love you."
Wolf choked on a sob, coughing for a moment before replying, "I love you too. So-," he coughed again, "So much."
Hoxton smiled at him, rubbing his thumb over Wolf's cheek, bringing yet other whimper out of Swede.
Wolf shifted and reached up, cradling Hoxton's head in his hands and pressing their foreheads together while closing his eyes. Hoxton kissed Wolf's nose and Wolf allowed a pained smile to grace his face. They stayed like that for a few moments, before Hoxton went limp, his hand dropping from Wolf's face. Wolf opened his eyes, looking at Hoxton.
"Hox?"
Hoxton didn't respond.
Wolf sobbed, gently shaking him, "Hox, Hox please. Noononononono FUCK please Hoxton please don't do this to me-"
Wolf hugged Hoxton's body close as loud sobs wracked his own. He rocked back and forth, burying his face into Hoxton's hair and letting out a scream as he cried.
Chains and Dallas arrived a few minutes later, carrying loot bags.
"Wolf where have you be- Oh. Oh my god." Dallas stopped and dropped his bags, rushing over to Wolf.
Wolf looked up at him, tears streaming down his face with Hoxton's bloody handprint on it.
"I-I tried, Dallas, I tried so hard but he was bleeding so much and I- I couldn't-"
Dallas kneeled next to Wolf, hugging him and gently shushing him as he held back tears of his own. Chains joined them a second later, hugging Wolf as the three of them cried over Hoxton's body.
Bain sat in his office, covering his mouth as quiet sobs shook his body and tears ran down his face.