Author's Note: So I went watching Kingsman a few days ago and O MY GAWD IT'S SOOOO AMAZING! GOT SUCH A LADY BONER FOR COLIN FIRTH (always have, always will ;) ) I couldn't help starting a new fanfic about that movie, although I have so many other stories to continue :/ Oh and sorry that I simply took a dialogue from the story as summary. I just suck at them...

Hope you like it!

R&R PLEASE :D

A Bloody Note on Broken Glass

The music was too quiet. The croaking noises her pathological breathing created were still drowning out the tones that were supposed to soothe her. She wanted to turn up the volume, wanted to perceive the singer's voice at full blast and the singer's voice only, not those sickening sounds coming from her throat, but reaching out failed. Her arm simply was too heavy to lift it all the way up to the dashboard, on top of which the mobile lay. Fortunately, he got the hint, almost making her smile thereby. They didn't need to speak to understand each other, didn't even need to carry out a full pointing motion, no, one look, one tiny movement was enough.

Harry pressed the little plus button at his phone until such time as the music was louder than her, wrapping his arm around the woman leaning against him immediately afterwards. He winced slightly, as he felt her clinging firmly to him once again, making the fabric of his suit - it never had felt more abrasive than in this moment - rub against the still bleeding stab in his abdomen. It burnt as hell, but since he knew that she was suffering way more severe pain, he didn't say anything, just let her find comfort in the touch.

"Everything is going to be alright, they will be here soon...", Harry kept telling her in a, hopefully, calming tone, however, his own panting didn't exactly make that easy.

Since he forbad her to speak, she just tried to give him a subtle nod, which sent another twinge to her lacerated neck. She could feel the hot blood soak the bandage on it. It probably already moistened Harry's hand he was pressing against the bullet wound as well, which was, in her opinion, almost as nasty as the sounds she created. Nevertheless, the Kingsman agent didn't mention any of it. Far too much of a gentleman, he was, far too anxious to aid her instead of himself, although he was also seriously injured.

Her chapped lips formed a smile.

Harry cared for her deeply and she was sure that this knowledge would evoke a tingling sensation in her stomach that was already so familiar to her regarding him, fill her body with a pleasant warmth.

Though, the exact contrary was the case now, as a cold wave rushed through her all of a sudden. Blinking, she desperately tried to get rid of the blackness forming in her field of vision, but her energy just kept leaving her.

Feeling her go limp in his arms, Harry looked at her with widened eyes and shook her to prevent her from losing consciousness. "Gawain! Gawain, stay with me!"

Through half-closed lids she looked up at him. There was so much to tell him yet, but the blood flowing into her throat again left her no other choice than to gather all of her strength to raise her hand and let her finger tap the car window next to her a few times, pointing at the sentence she'd written with her own blood earlier.

Harry nodded swiftly, struggling to maintain his composure. "I know, I know, we can talk about that later! They will be here soon and they will doctor you up, so stay awake, you heard me?"

She kept pointing at the red letters, managed to smile again, smile at this incredible man she'd adored for so many years now. Her breathing became slower, calmer, didn't hurt her as much as it did before.

"No, Gawain, don't you dare-"

She closed her eyes.

"GAWAIN!"