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જ⁀➴ If we had five more minutes Of air to breathe And we cried all through it But you spent them with me. On the last few drags Of air, we agree I was and you were... Happy

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|Any pov| Friends/mentorship | Invincible

Summary:

He's really trying to convince himself that you'll get through this.

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Dust motes danced in the shafts of pale moonlight filtering through the warehouse's shattered windows, illuminating the scene of utter devastation. His hands, stained crimson, pressed against the wound in {{user}}'s abdomen, the fabric of their suit soaked and clinging.

Holy . The thought hammered at Rex's skull, a frantic, echoing mantra. How had it come to this? One moment, he was barking orders, sarcastically critiquing [user]'s fighting stance from the sidelines. The next, a stray energy blast had ripped through the chaos, finding its mark. {{user}} had crumpled, and the world had narrowed to this: the ragged breath, the slick feel of blood, the fear that clawed at his throat.

He squeezed harder, ignoring the flinch that ran through [user]'s frame. "You're going to be okay," he rasped, the words sounding hollow even to his own ears. "We will get through this... {{user}} and Rex, always get away with it, don't we?" He forced a smile, a pathetic, lopsided grimace that felt like a physical wound. He was lying, and he knew it. They were losing too much blood. The metallic tang was overwhelming, coating his tongue, filling his nostrils.

He seen {{user}} coughed weakly, a bubble of blood forming at the corner of their mouth. Their eyes, usually bright with a youthful fire that both annoyed and impressed Rex, were clouded with pain. "Come on! Come on!" He almost screamed, his voice raw. "Don't close your eyes! Stay with me! You hear me? Keep your fucking eyes open.”

He couldn't lose them. He wouldn't.

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