Puck fell into a kneeling position onto the hard dirt ground. He squeezed his eyes close trying to remove the mixture of dirt, tears, and sweat blinding his vision of the war field. The jab of the scent of blood filled his runny nose. He looked down at his stomach. At this point it didn't even hurt. He held his callused hand up to the big chunk of skin that should've been there. Instead his rib gently poked out pushing the trickling blood down his uniform. It didn't bother him. It was actually kind of hypnotic… almost beautiful. His eyes lingered, taking in the sight that reminded him he was still alive. At least for now. He knew he would die though. Maybe in a few minutes… it was okay though; eventually Kurt would die too, and they would live eternally together. Maybe making love, or drinking coffee… maybe heaven had an army. He could seriously kick some Satan ass…he pulled his silver locket up to his vision, and opened it, taking his now bloody hand off the wound. Kurt's smiling face looked up from the pendant. He mouthed to himself "god I hope he'll be okay" and kissed the locket. He then hit the ground with a soft thud.
Just a little melodramatic one-shot I wrote during advisory… thanks for reading! Let me now what you think of my bad writing..? The review button is beckoning….