Hello, yes, this is a short drabble made for myself in my half-asleep stupor desiring something. Don't expect this to be much, It's short and kind of bad. Again, being half asleep and having plot bunnies doesn't help.
[Written by Genny.]
It wasn't normal. His blood. There was so much. This wasn't normal. You pulled him close. You shushed him, you hugged him. You wiped the blood away from his lips. All you heard from your lips was one two-word sentence, flowing repeatedly, over and over.
Not again.
It had to be a dream, You couldn't believe you had hurt Sollux. There was no way you could have. You loved Sollux. There was not one way you could hurt him but here he was with a knife sharpener in his stomach.
It wasn't one of those fancy ones where you set it on a flat surface and dragged the blade through a slat in the object, it was one of those older ones, the rodlike thing had been stabbed into his stomach and here he was, bleeding.
You had gotten drunk, and when you drank that was bad because your temper shortened more with your boyfriend than anyone else. He was shaking, he hadn't realized what had happened yet, but he'd fallen. Every time he went to look at the source of pain, you pulled him into a kiss, apologizing, saying he was fine and nothing happened when things clearly weren't fine.
He had closed his eyes, finding them too heavy to keep open, and you panicked, gingerly avoiding the kitchen tool in his abdomen as you pulled him closer, and oh my god you were sobbing. Everything seemed to click in Sollux's mind as he asked something hoarsely, not receiving an answer from you immediately. He asked you again, a little unsure now.
Am I going to die?
You'd trade your life for his in a second, but you knew how much that hurt him to hear you begging for whatever god was up there to take your life instead, to take you away and let him live. He took your face from his neck, smiling as he papped your cheek, speaking with that lisp you always adored.
Don't fucking worry, god, call the ambulance.
He flicked your nose, and you and he both knew he wouldn't make it there, so you shook your head, crying into his shoulder again. You didn't mean it, you didn't mean it, you didn't mean to hurt him again. This couldn't be happening, it was so unreal.
Sol, you're gonna be just fine. I'm so fuckin' sorry, oh cod.
He seemed to cough, wheezing and oh god there was so much more blood now, it was everywhere, red and blue, red on blue. This wasn't supposed to happen, you were supposed to propose to him and you were supposed to be the happiest man on earth.
Fuck-!
The expletive fell on two pairs of deaf ears as Sollux had gone limp and you were sobbing and oh my god he was gone, he was really gone. He wasn't breathing and oh my god you let out a horrid scream, feeling a pair of arms try to tear you away from him, you screamed again, a gruesome noise, grief-stricken and broken as you sobbed. Oh god, they were dragging you away from Sol, oh god, oh god, oh god.
No! I want to die with him! Let me go! Sol, I'm so fuckin' sorry!
The words ripped from your lungs as you wailed, Red and Blue, Red on Blue, Blood and Denim. The ring you got for him, red and blue.
The arms shushed you and whispered reassuringly, you screamed again, sobbing as your voice became hoarse.
You turned to snap at your captor.
S-
Sol...?