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Skipper breathed through clenched teeth as Hans packed the wound in his thigh with gauze. He’d been lucky it hadn't nicked his femoral artery, but not lucky enough to avoid an injury overall.
Honestly, the bullet in his thigh was less concerning than the metallic taste coating his mouth and the fog that had settled like a curtain over his brain. When had it started to hurt to just breathe?
“Skipper, you have to stay awake.” Hans’ voice was desperate and he continued to pack the wound, but with a little more force than necessary. They had already called for back-up and it was well on it's way, but there was only so much time.
Skipper jolted awake but couldn't even remember closing his eyes. He tried to look at Hans but his vision was going blurry and he could now feel the blood coating his mouth.
“Tired,” he slurred and for a moment he could see the concern on Hans' face before his vision failed him again. Since when did Hans ever seem to worry about him?
“I know you are, but if you fall asleep now, then you’ll never get to see what our future together looks like.” Hans presses down on the wound with one hand and blindly reaches for Skippers with the other and tries not to flinch at how cold his fingers feel.
“Our future?” Last Skipper knew there wasn’t a future between the two of them. Hans had made that clear.
“Yes. Our future." Hans intertwines their fingers. "The one we can have if you just stay awake.”