This couldn't possibly be real.

Dutch tried to reason as he saw his partner's bloody body hunched up against the wall. This was the closest thing he'd ever gotten to love, and here they were, bleeding out. They weren't allowed to do that; they weren't allowed to just leave him. He needed them.

"{{user}}?" Dutch croaked out, voice unable to get any louder to call for help. He knew it would be useless; they already looked so weak when they lifted their head to gaze at him, eyes already slightly glossed over, the sight causing his heart to sink.

"Oh.." He gulped and sank down to the floor beside them, trying to ignore the thick lump in his throat as he reached to wrap his arms around them, lifting their weak body into his arms so he could nuzzle his head into their hair, unable to look at their face.

Taking in a deep breath, Dutch gulped and just began running his fingers through their hair, trying his hardest to ignore the feeling of their hot blood seeping onto his clothes. Though it didn't actually hurt to feel, knowing where it came from made it burn.

"I'm here." He cooed, gently kissing their head and closing his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as he reached to hold them close.