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It was supposed to be a great day. I believe you would know what a great day would feel like, the sky is just the perfect color of blue and the clouds cover just enough of the sky to make the temperature of the day even more perfect. Yes, that is how the day first started out as and a great breeze helped make the day just a little cooler. I had the day all planned out and nothing could make it go wrong, yet I still brought my gun. It's an occupational hazard of my, a force of habit. But everything went to the left, wrong, everything went wrong.
I could feel the blood coming out of my sustained wounds. Drop after drop, I was slowly bleeding out. Pain is all I could feel, all I knew at that point. The ground below my feet was beginning to turn the dark red of my own blood. I knew, or at least felt the uneasiness of not being able to say goodbye to Feliciano. Then even more problems began to formulate in my head as I laid there in the tall meadow grass, what would he do if I were gone? That was a very easy question for me to answer. He'd just go off and cry some then forget and chase around the ladies passing the days away. But I'd say he'd say something completely different.
I need to get up. I need to move and fight the dying urge to well, die. I need to get back and find that stupid and skittish Italian. Everyone is gone and I have no idea where they could have possibly gone, maybe they're still here. Feliciano ran off when the fight started and I honestly hope he comes back looking for me. That would be excellent, I mean I'm only lying here waiting, looking up at the perfect sky as my vision starts to fade on and off. I hope that he wasn't killed. If he died because I was unable to protect him, well that would be a harsh burden on me but it wouldn't last terribly long. I did after all bring him here, where they were waiting; Alfred, Francis, Ivan…
The breeze moved along through the grass as I fought off all three with the one weapon I decided to bring with. Shots rang back and forth and I was able to take down the more annoying of the two; Francis and Ivan. I believe Alfred was critically injured and his glasses had been shot off but still managed to walk out of the ring of carnage. I received a deep gash on my upper left thigh and left arm, along with a gunshot to my right shoulder, close to my neck, and none of my wounds agreed on to stop bleeding. I had wrapped them a tight as I possibly could with my shirt and put as much pressure on them. Still my blood managed to escape my body and land on the now blood mudded ground.
I could hear the wind rustling the grass but I could also hear someone moving through it, faintly. I had my gun at the ready point, whoever decided to show their face to me was going to get my last bullet to their head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blue uniform, is it France? A hand then appeared from the grass and landed itself on my face while I landed my gun's tip to the hand owner's head… Feliciano?!
"Ludwig! You're hurt! They're dead, they're all dead. Big Brother Francis and Ivan are dead!"
Feliciano was cry and his tears were falling on my face. I dropped my gun and put my hand on his face.
"I need help."
"I know you do and I'm going to help you."
I forced myself up right. Feliciano tried his best to help me out. He tried to keep me moving and just was there so I could stay standing and not topple over.
"I'll get you home."
"I'd say we hurry before I bleed out."
We walked out of the now bloody meadow and into the thick trees that blocked nearly all the sun that needed to shine through. Small breaks in the trees let little sunlight in. as we walked, my already cloudy vision grew even worse and my legs were nearly dragging themselves along as I tried to walk. My legs were shaky and my grip on Feliciano's arm was loosening.
"Feliciano, I-I need to stop."
"Lud."
He then laid me up against a large oak tree and I immediately slid down.
"We need to hurry and get you help!"
"Ya, I know."
"Wait, hold on, I'll go get help!"
He then ran off in his ditch efforts to get me some help. Well at least he tried. I feel so cold. I thought today was supposed to be a good day, a good, warm, perfect day and now look at it, it's all cold. Black spots began to block my vision as I sat there, in the quiet forest. The breeze, it left. I think it knows what's coming next, I know I do. I began to struggle in keeping my eyes open. Alright, I'll just close my eyes until Feli gets back with the help he ran off to get. I closed my eyes and slowly fell into what felt like a sleep. I don't know if Feliciano ever came back in time to get me the help I needed. If he did, he would have found me lost in an eternal sleep, to never wake from again…
