Charles lay on the sand, dizzy from the blow Erik had given. He wasn't sure if his nose was bleeding or not. Pain was radiating throughout his body from strain and injury. All he could think about was Erik trying to start nuclear war, a war that the mutants could never hope to win. A gunshot echoed in his ears and he groggily rolled over, arms shakily supporting his weight as he pushed himself up. More gunshots echoed around his head before pain shot up his spine before radiating throughout his body. A scream left his lips as his legs gave out, forcing him down to the floor.
Charles' own scream was all he could hear as he slowly rolled at someone's touch, trying to get away. The way they were holding him made the pain ache more. He could feel something being pulled out but nothing else. His eyes flickered open to look up at Erik, hand reaching up to grab the front of his suit. He didn't hear much, still recovering from the initial shock from being shot. Erik was saying something about it being Moira's fault. Charles grunted and shook his head, blurting out how it was Erik's fault.
Erik was obviously shocked as he stared down at Charles, hand moving to caress Charles' cheek. The apology washed over the telepath. He didn't acknowledge it. He groaned as a wave of pain washed over his body. He could feel the blood rushing out the wound in his lower back and coughed hard, grunting in pain as his back arched, causing him to yell out. Erik's hand immediately pressed him back down, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Charles was gasping; the slight press of Erik's hands was almost enough to cause pain strong enough to send him insane.
Charles' vision was getting darker, the blood loss was making him dizzy, unable to focus on Erik's promises of help. He could hear people yelling; Hank was probably frantically trying to find the first aid kit on the plane but it was too late. His grip on Erik's shirt was weakening. The blood flow was much too quick for them to help. Even if they had worked on closing the wound just after it happened, he wouldn't have had a chance. He tugged sharply for Erik to look down and stroke his forehead. Charles coughed hard, blood flecking on his lips as he desperately tried to keep eye contact with the metal bender before his eyes began to close.
"I forgive you..."