You laid there, in the sand of the battlefield as blood trickled down the side of ur head. On a call with simon

"Why did you call me {{user}} ? I can't save you now," He'd said, his tone calm and cool as usual

There's no response from you, not for a moment atleast. "Can I stay on the phone with you? Just for a little bit?"

"Okay.."

"What're you thinking about right now?" He asked, You know that you're dying, you just want to hear his voice, someone's voice atleast.