|"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."|
Although he knew that he was being held in Phillippa’s lap, in Phillipp’s arms, head cradled to Phillippa’s chest…nothing seemed to feel real. His senses were going, everything was growing dark and cold, and he just couldn’t hold on. He was drifting, and it wasn’t a nice sensation like that of an endless sleep. Every once in a while, he was keenly aware of the sudden shocking pain of not one but several bullet holes that penetrated his skin and caused him to bleed profusely.
Nine didn’t just lie still in Phillippa’s arms; he quaked , having seizure after seizure while gurgling an endless torrent of blood. He wondered how long it had been, probably only a few minutes since he was gunned down, but what he really thought was an eternity.
Trying to take in a breath that only resulted in more fluids filling his lungs— probably blood or something else he wasn’t sure but damn did it fucking hurt and make him feel like he was drowning—Nine weakly reached up to press a crimson coated palm against Phillippa’s cheek. His stroked the soft skin, tainting it a deep shade of scarlet making her look more like a warrior chosen for revenge than a simple friend taking care of a dying friend.
"Ya should probably jus’…leave me here yanno…an’ walk away." He tried to smile but it came out like a grimace. Nine was completely aware of the life leaving his body…it would only be a few more minutes at most. There was no holding on. This was it. He was going to die.
Phillippa was going to forget him.
The thought stung Nine. His vision was already faded and bleary, but the tears poured from his eyes anyway. He felt Phillppa lean in, wipe them away, but he could no longer see her. There was a hazy dark grey quickly transforming into black, and then he was blind. It should have been the last sense to go but it was one of the first, and naturally everything else started to shut down.
At the end, the last thing he told Phillippa was, was that there would be a grave for him…and if she could cry at some point even without knowing why, he could call himself a hero. He heard Phillippa say something, but it went on deaf ears in mid-sentence, just as his blind eyes closed and his body stopped completely.