SCARED (double drabble)
The wound in his thigh was bleeding too much, thick spurts of the precious red liquid were running out through his fingers and the brunette warrior realized that there was no way to stop it, no matter how hard he pushed his hand against the long gash.
He had not seen the enemy's weapon coming his way, eager to sever his life on the battlefield. He had not seen the danger coming because his cyan eyes were watching a scene he had never imagined to see; his beloved king was being carried on Achilles's shield by four of his companions, out of the battlefield, with a deadly wound to his chest and his battered body covered in his precious blood.
Hephaestion was scared because in that moment of need, his king could not count with him and he felt completely defeated, his own wound, completely forgotten by the moment.
Fortunately, Hephaestion had been able to lock eyes with Alexander, just for a precious moment, while he was carried away and the brunette was no longer scared because in that simple look Alexander had been able to show him that he still had life in them and was ready to fight.