One person would assume that they would lead a life free from pain. However, some people don't have that luck. Especially those people who have chosen the path made of thorns. The war Jin caused left many of casualties in its wake and the infirmaries were always full. Soldiers and civilians alike were filling the hospital beds, with nurses constantly patrolling the rooms. With moderately paced steps, a nurse ventured into a room near the main lobby. She slowly approached the blonde boxer who was sitting next to the hospital bed in which an injured blonde female was laying along with the small husky laying on the edge of the bed.
"Is there anything you need…? Shall I get some coffee for you?" the nurse asked politely as she walked to the boxer, who was gently holding on to the Leos hand and didn't lift his gaze from the seemingly lifeless body.
"No… I am fine for now…" he replied in a dead cold tone, still not lifting his gaze towards the nurse. The sight before him left his heart and mind crushed. To see Leo so hurt, all because of his own doubts and fears.
"If there is anything you need, let me know…" the nurse spoke up again and left the room quietly, closing the door behind her. The clicking sound the door made caused the brits memories to stir up again.
The distinct gunshot still rang in his head, with the image of Leos frail frame used as a shield to save him. The mere thought of Leo being in this fragile state because of his mistake and recklessness, which nearly cost his beloved her own life, ate him at his own consciousness. Wasn't he supposed to be one to keep Leo safe? Wasn't he supposed to be the one to be in that bed instead of her? Why did he let this happen? All of these questions tormented him as he tried his hardest to keep the tears from flowing down his face, his hands tightly holding hers.
The small husky that was lying next to Leo nuzzled her cheek gently, whimpering and howling sadly. It wanted the blonde to wake up and give it a rub on the back, like she always did when she came home. The mere sound of the saddened howl threw Steve over the edge as tears started to flow down his face. He is not able to do anything, only to hope for the young blonde wake up and come back to him. He wanted to see her smile again, at least just once.
The brit slowly lifted his gaze towards her lifeless face, his hand gently grazing the pale cheek and her golden blonde fringes. He then got closer and placed his lips gently on her forehead, gently rubbing the palm of her hand.
"Please…" he murmured softly with a shaky voice. "Wake up… Don't leave me all alone…"