"Hawke!"
Sebastian's voice cracked as he called out, eyes wide in terror as the Arishok ran her through on his massive blade. She gurgled some intelligible sound, eyes starting to roll back as she looked toward Sebastian. His heart fell through the pit of his stomach as he tried to rush toward her, only to be held back. A strong grip against his arm prevented him from barreling forward. His head snapped back around to see Fenris shaking his head.
"We have to do something for her!"
"I'm not sure we can do anything this time, Choir Boy."
His hands clenched at his sides, but he otherwise deflated with a heavy sigh. The Arishok swept around the circular of the room, gloating over Kirkwall's "failed champion". Sebastian's lip curled into a sneer as he watched, Hawke's blood still dripping from the qunari's weapon.
Movement nearby caught his attention. He turned slowly, hopefully, to see Hawke shifting and pushing herself up onto her knees. She coughed, more blood spattering the floor beneath her. One hand ran across her mouth in a sloppy attempt to remove the crimson liquid.
The Arishok turned to advance on her, to give a finishing blow. Sebastian felt frozen in place, his heart racing as surely as if he were in the fight himself. His eyes danced between the two fighters, lingering on Hawke when he saw her hand go to her side. He thought, for a moment, it was to cradle her injury until he saw a small flask in her hand. The large qunari was hefting his weapon up for a killing strike when she shattered the flask. It went up in smoke and when that cleared, the sword cleaved nothing but floor.
A gasp rose up among the onlookers, the Arishok growling and cursing at Hawke in his native tongue. All eyes, including Sebastian's, quickly landed on the qunari's back when their champion was noticed. Her legs were hooked around the Arishok's chest, two daggers raised on either side of his neck.
"Asit tal-eb," she rasped.
The Arishok lowered his arms and bowed his head. "Ataash varin kata. Thank you, basalit-an."
She drove both daggers into his neck, collapsing off of him when he fell forward, dead as he hit the ground. Sebastian scrambled forward, nearly losing his footing in the process. Hawke kneeled near the body of the Arishok, a weak and bitter laugh escaping her lips as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Sebastian's hands were shaking as touched her shoulders, then awkwardly cupped her cheeks, then fell back to her shoulders again.
"Ashley," he breathed.
She offered him a twisted, blood-laced grin. "You can't get rid of me that easily."
"That's not even remotely funny, Hawke." Fenris came closer, looming over the two as he glared at Hawke.
She started to wave him off, but winced at the pain the movement caused.
"Don't move." Sebastian tore a loose scrap of her tunic, pressing it into the wound at her side to help slow the bleeding. "Go find Anders," he hissed to Fenris.
His attention returned to Hawke then, tentatively touching the side of her face with his free hand. Blood and sweat created a bit of a sticky mess, her hair plastered in odd places and at strange angles. Her eyes started to roll back again, her body getting limp.
"No, Ashley, no. Stay with me. Look at me, please. Stay with me." His voice hitched, jaw tensing. "Anders is on the way, we'll get you patched up. You'll be fine."
His hands still shook as he tried to keep up the pressure on the open wound. Even the supportive hand of Varric on his shoulder did little to help steady him. He pressed his other hand against her wound now as she started to slump down.
"Just don't leave me, Ash," he whispered. "I can't bear to lose anyone else I love."