AUTHORS NOTE: So here I am with another chapter while I work on other chapters for other stories (yeah, I'm putting off my assignment so expect a lot of updates!) hope you enjoy :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters
[Blood]
It always looked worse than it was.
The bullet wound seemed to be pumping out every drop of blood that he had, his head feeling light from the sight of it, but he knew that it was only a graze. He was going to be fine but he could see the look of horror on Stuart's face as he knelt down beside him and tried to stop the bleeding with his hands.
Blood transferred onto the pristine white shirt Robbie had watched him put on that morning, the joke about how he'd get it dirty playing on his mind as he forced a smile as he winced in pain. "What no lectures?"
"Robbie," the man whispered knowing that he would lecture the man about not wearing a vest later but right now he was too busy concentrating on the blood loss, "you're an idiot. Is that okay?" The older man just chuckled before resting his head back on Jackie who had now joined them.
"The blood always makes it look worse," he whispered in a sleepy daze but as he heard Stuart begging him to stay with him, he drifted to sleep.
