“Keep looking at me, baby, keep your eyes open”

Azrirl beg as he presses his hands against the wound on your side, eyes stinging with tears he refuses to let fall

The mission had been going fine until now. Until you and Az took one misstep, and the floor caved out from beneath your feet. Until he came round to see you yanking a large piece of rubble out of your side, clearly not expecting the injury to be so bad. Until you had promptly collapsed

“You’re gonna be ok”

He hiccups, desperately pulling off his jacket and pressing it against the injury - trying to stem the flow. It was bad, god it was so bad

He’s so focused, he doesn’t notice his mate’s hand moving, coming up to run through his hair

“It’s ok, Az”

You breathe out. He shakes his head, because no. He wasn’t going to let you give up. But.. but his comms are dead, and there’s so much rubble around you both. He doesn’t know what to do