Disclaimer: I do not own Reservoir Dogs, or any of the characters contained therein - I'm just playing with them and will return them to their box when I've finished..although I might pinch Orange- I can't? Oh well. At least I can write about them.
Mr White
You're dying. That's the only thing I can think about at the moment, the only thought in my head. I'm trying to push it away, telling you to be strong, you'll be OK, I'll look after you. You won't die, can't die, you're a tough guy, but there's so much blood, so much, and it's everywhere, all over you, so red, so bright, and you're screaming in pain and there's nothing I can do, nothing, and it tears my heart every time you breathe in, so much agony, so much fear, there's nothing I can do. So I hold you.
Mr Orange
I'm dying. So much pain, deep inside me, twisting in my guts, biting, tearing my flesh, and I want it to stop, oh god, I want it to stop, it's killing me, but I could hope for death if it meant the pain would stop. But I can't die. I've got to do my duty, that's all there is to it but I don't want you to go down for me, you're too kind, you're my friend but I'm a cop and you're a criminal and there's so much blood. But you hold me, give me strength. You hold me.