Okay… Started out writing many years ago… I usually go by another name, but I made this account to break with my usual genres and formal ships… And to see if I could be successful…
Mick fell to the ground as a bullet pierced his shoulder. The pain wasn't immediate, but it soon made itself known.
He managed to keep from hitting his head too bad when he fell. He would probably escape from this without a concussion.
He groaned, his shoulder lit itself on fire. His right arm was useless at his side.
"Mick!" he recognized that voice.
"Mick!" the voice was closer now, "Babe, are you okay?"
Familiar hand danced across his torso, searching for anything that would explain why Mick was laying on the ground.
"Shit!" the man above him muttered as his fingers came back wet and slick with blood.
"You called me babe…" Mick grinned in his haze, "You never do that outside…"
"Shut up, and stop bleeding!" the other man almost yelled back as he pressed down directly on top of the wound.
"We need help, Mick's been shot!" the other man spoke over the radio.
"Len…"
"What!?" Leonard bit back, he was too stressed out by this.
"I love you…"
Leonard felt a smile capture his lips for a short second, before reality crashed down on him again.
"I love you too, but try not to bleed to death!" he paused. "Okay babe?"
Mick nodded as he lost consciousness.
Okay... More chaps?