A/N: These characters are not owned by me and no copyright infringement is intended.
LEFT ALONE
by
Owlcroft
A hand clutched at his lapel.
"Don't leave me," the injured man begged, then coughed wetly.
"I'm here, buddy. I won't leave you until you're in the ambulance." The pale, despairing man turned to shout at the policeman who'd called the shooting in, "Where are they?!"
The injured man convulsed weakly. "Oh, it hurts. I'm going to be okay, though, right?" He moaned through gritted teeth.
"Of course you are," said the grieving man softly. "And I'll be right with you the whole time," he added in a whisper as the form he cradled stilled, lifeless. "We're partners, remember," he wept.
