Scott curled even more into his fetus position as he tried to endure the pain of his stab wound in his side. He winced at the pressure of his hand, the blood gushing out, making a pool around him on the ground of the dark alley. He had to get jumped by three assholes. They had cornered him into the alleyway, one of them stabbing him before grabbing his gear.
"The others are gonna be pissed," he thought, grimacing as he slightly moved. "Especially Snake."
Snake.
He couldn't even begin to think how furious the former soldier would be. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about the moments before he stormed out of the base. They had gotten into a small fight about how Snake was being so overprotective. It escalated to the point where Scott got so fed up, grabbed his gear, and ran out, yelling to the others that he was going hunting. He just wanted to prove to Snake that he wasn't some helpless little girl. Even if Snake was so much stronger than him, had more experience, and had seen a lot more terrifying things rivaling an apocalypse, Scott just wanted Snake's trust in keeping them alive. In the end, Karma decided to be a bitch and bite him in the ass.
He chuckled, causing him to cough up a good amount of blood, the copper taste filling his mouth, the liquid dripping down his chin. His vision was going blurry and the amount of pressure on his wound was weakening, body numbing.
"-cott!"
Who was that? He was too tired. He knew he couldn't sleep but...maybe a few minutes?
"Shit! Cry, hurry, get the med kit! Snake, stop standing there and help me with him!" yelled a female voice.
"Red?"
"Snake!" yelled another, but male.
"Sounded like...Russ..."
"Forget it Russ, help me load him up, he's lost a lot of blood already," said Red.
"Snake..."
"Here," said a different male voice. "I've got towels too...oh shit..."
"Cry?"
"C'mon Scott, hang on, we're getting you home," said Red.
"Where's Snake...?"
"Fuck...don't do this to us Scott, stay with us!" yelled Cry.
Black seeped into his mind.
"No! Scott, stay awake man! You hear me, we're getting you home!"
"Snake..."
"Scott!"
"I..."
"SCOTT!"
The first thing he felt was pain. He slowly opened up his eyes, wincing as he shifted his body. He tried sitting up, large amounts of pain shooting through him, his weak arm propping him up. He looked around, finding himself in his and Snake's room.
"Shit...I really fucked up," muttered Scott, looking down on his lap.
His body started to shake, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't mean for this to happen. He just wanted Snake, wanted everything to go back to normal, to wake up from this fucking hell.
"Scott," he heard.
He looked up to see Snake standing in the doorway, hand still on the doorknob. He was too shocked to see his boyfriend to even bother wiping his tears. Scott forced himself off the bed and flung himself at the man. Snake, stunned, caught him and instantly felt the tears fall onto his shoulder. He suddenly felt Scott's dead weight as the boy's legs collapsed and picked him up bridal style, carrying him to the bed. As Snake cradled him, trying to calm him down, Scott could be heard muttering apologizes.
"No, I'm sorry, this is my fault," said Snake surprisingly soft, giving a rare gesture of affection towards Scott, cupping his cheek and wiping away the tears. "If I hadn't yelled at you, this wouldn't have happened."
The rare gesture just reminded Scott of one of the reasons why he loved Snake.
"Y-you're an a-ass, you know th-that?" said Scott shakily, grimacing as his stitches pulled, trying to get over the fact that he pulled off the sobbing girl character just a few minutes ago.
Snake chuckled, "Yeah yeah, I know."
Silence.
"I love you."
"Just kiss me already."
Heh, I have no clue where this came from...I just blurted it out, :P Oh well!