He sank onto his knees, next to the other, looking at the blood in shock. He had gotten the call not long ago and had rushed to find the other, though he was unsure of what to expect. He ran his hand over the other's chest, studying the knife placement. His blood ran cold, looking at the vile thing that was jammed upwards, towards the lungs.
He glanced over when the other coughed, heart quickening. He could care less about the mustard coloured blood staining his clothes as he shifted closer to the wounded troll, eyes wide. He felt his hands curl into fists in the fabric of the other's shirt, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"I didn't think you would make it." The other coughed slightly, blood bubbling up with each breath of air. "Didn't think...you cared."
"Of course I cared." The other said, sounding distraught. "I don't want you to die. You can't die, you hear me?" He growled softly, bowing his head closer to the other's face, tears in his eyes.
"Don't cry...too late...now..." The troll smiled up at the other, eyes glazed over in pain. His breathing quieted, One last raspy breath and then the silence seemed to lengthen considerably.
The second troll reached down, pulling out the small dagger, turning it over in his hands. "Don't leave me..." He whispered to the silence, feeling his tears spilling over. "I don't want to be alone again...why did this happen? Why?" He bowed his head, letting out a soft cry of pain over the one he had lost.