“Sh sh sh your okay” Hawks shushed you softly cradling your limp body to your chest in his arms as your breathing became laboured. Blood coated his hands. your blood.

You were dying. You knew it. Hawks was in denial.

“Come on {{user}} keep your eyes open for me.” he asked softly his hand stroking the bloody hair from the side of your face as he held you closer.

“Where the fuck are the meds.” he muttered completely panicked.