It was hot, it was so hot, and that's all he could register. Numbers had been dialed, people had spoken, and there was only a five minute wait. Good, because heat was supposed to mean something bad, even if he didn't know how bad it really was. Oh, that's right, the blood was hot, wasn't it? Ivan groaned in pain. The reality (such an inconvenient thing) started at the base of his throat, -which had long been out of order (choked with mucus)- and extended down his spine, wrapping around the base. A feeling of dread. This feeling finally reached his brain, which unblocked his throat to whisper: "Shh-sh-sh-shhh Ih-Ivan, you're okay, you'll be just fine." Just wait... a little longer. I called for help…” It became nonsensical ramblings as he held the other closer, still holding his tattered shirt against the wound to stop the bleeding. Amethyst eyes shone with tears turned towards him, I love you, they said. Except he wouldn't let Ivan say that until they were laughing together in the hospital after a close call. Ivan didn't say out loud that he loved her, because that could also mean goodbye. " No. NO! No no no no. Stay! Stay with me, you're okay. Tell me you're okay. It's been three minutes, two more minutes, come on! » Ludwig whispered frantically. He wasn't crying, it wasn't, it just wasn't a Ludwig thing. Ivan was smiling, well, smiling was... It was another goodbye, wasn't it? "It's...okay...Lud...I love you-I-love you." Blue eyes filled with joy. Something like disgust showed on Ludwig's face, but it was filled with terror and disgust at death. He managed a dry laugh as the tears streamed down his face, they followed the sharp line of his jaw and settled on Ivan's - bloody oh come on... middle of paper...... , everything would go to Ludwig's with him. Now how was he supposed to say all that without stuttering? “Oh-oh my God! He choked, grabbing Ivan to look him in the eyes. “Y-you don’t understand, I’ll-I’ll die without you.” Please. You can't just... leave! Ivan's hand was still warm on his face, oh so warm. "It's not worth it...Ludwig." There are things... you can do... without me. W-we're all leaving honey, but I always will be. » A hand was placed on the back of his neck, and she pulled him closer. Bringing their lips together, Ivan whispered against them, while placing a hand on his heart. "Here. I'll be...here...see? No, you'll be six feet under and miles away from me." He thought darkly, but refused to let it show on his face. Smiling one last time, Ivan loosened Ludwig's hand and closed his eyes. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance...