You carefully trace the lines, the deep scars that run across his face. Copper tears dotted her skin, from your crying. His eyes, once so bright and lively, were now drained, a dark dull shade.
"Tav..bro..."
You hug him to you, your arms wrapped tight around his thin frame. "Gamzee, save your energy, help is coming, okay...just...hold on..."
The wound in his chest had already bled through his shirt, and the indigo liquid had dripped onto your metal legs and soaked your arms. You clutch him, hoping past all hope that he could hold on, just a bit longer.
There was a tired smile on his face as he reached up, one bloody hand cupping your face. "Stay alive out there...little motherfucker..."
"Gamzee, no, please..." You watched as his eyes closed, and his arm dropped down.
"No! Gamzee, wait! Just hold out a little longer!" You clutch at his sides, shaking him a bit as if that would help. "Gamzee, please!"
You knew it was too late. You lay a hand at his neck, and felt the pulse stop. You pulled him up to wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly.
"Gamzee...No..."