This is for Willow. She wanted the prompt 'hurt', so hopefully this works! It's a bit angsty and gory, so if you don't like that, don't read!
"You'll be fine," Bo reassures her, but the taste of vomit and blood in her throat tells her otherwise.
They're holding Dyson's jacket against her stomach, trying to hold in what's falling out, and Kenzi can feel blood bubble at her lips, drip from her ears. Normally she'd have a witty remark to say, or she'd mock Dyson for being such a…such a dad but…
But she's dying.
She knows that her stomach's blown to shit. She knows that she'll never make it to Lauren's, let alone Trick's, and she knows that Bo's gonna be alone. Again.
Dyson's tugging the wig off her head, the blonde hair stained red-ish, and when Kenzi turns her head, eyeing Bo, she sees the older woman in tears.
"D-don't cry," Kenzi manages, before launching into another fit, blood dripping down her lips. "'s 'kay…"
"No," Bo mutters, leaning down to touch Kenzi's cheek with her forehead. "No, you were my responsibility, you were my best friend and I—I let you down, Kenzi…"
"…-'re dumb," Kenzi's voice is hoarse, unrecognizable, and she hopes that she can make it through her speech without puking up blood or…or other gross shit that she doesn't wanna spit into Bo's shiny hair. "'m n-not your 'sponsabli-ty," Kenzi fells tears prick at her own eyes, and she'll try her fucking hardest not to cry, but Dyson is too, so maybe it's okay.
"'s not you f-f-fault," Kenzi mumbles, both hands gripping her friends. "S-so d-on't b-be mad," her voice catches, and a searing pain rips through her body. "A—and please," she thanks whatever god is looking out for her and grips Bo and Dyson's hands with the last of her strength. "D-don't lose each—each other."
They look at each other then, and both nod. "Okay, Kenzi." Dyson's voice is smooth.
"Just close your eyes," Bo murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple. "It'll all go away soon."
She nods slowly, and closes her eyes.