A little, nonspecific bit of hurt/comfort. Picture whatever time period and situation you like! If you have any prompts or ideas, please feel free to let me know!
"Wyatt! Wyatt, oh my God. Please don't be dead." She begged. Two trembling finger pressed against his throat. Coughing, Wyatt struggled to open his eyes.
"Lucy…" He whispered breathlessly. She jumped at the sound of his voice and he nearly laughed.
"Oh thank God! I thought you were dead. I can't find Rufus and you're bleeding, oh God, there's so much-"
"Lucy, breathe." Wyatt interrupted. He gave her hand a little squeeze.
"Right. Right, I'm sorry. What do I do? I've never done anything like this before." Her hands hovered uncertainly over him, as if afraid that by touching him she'd make it worse.
"You…need to…put p-pressure on the wound. Use…your scarf…" He gasped. Wyatt knew that he was losing too much blood, but he lacked the strength to spare Lucy from the awful task of staunching the flow from the gaping hole in his chest.
Lucy's eye's widened and she looked like she might pass out. With shaking hands, she fumbled with the knot of her scarf before balling it up. She gave him one last frightened look, then pressed it onto the wound. Immediately, white hot agony flared in his chest and he cried out. His back arched as if he'd been electrocuted.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." Lucy apologized, easing up a bit.
"No," Wyatt breathed, "no, keep the p-pressure. Have t' keep the….pressure." She nodded and pressed down again, trying to ignore the blood welling up between her fingers. Wyatt's ashen face went paler still and his eyes rolled back.
"Wyatt? Hey, stay awake! Don't leave me!" Lucy shook him, eliciting a groan of protest.
"'m not goin' anywhere." He mumbled, his Texas accent bleeding through. He broke into a coughing fit that flecked his lips with spots of red. Lucy pulled him into her lap, propping his chest against hers. It seemed to ease his breathing a bit and he sagged into her.
"Stay with me, okay? Rufus will find us and we'll get you home and everything's gonna be alright." Lucy said, more to reassure herself than anything. When Wyatt didn't respond, she tapped his cheek.
"Hey! Stay awake! No sleeping on the job." She ordered.
"Trying…" He whispered, but it was clear that he was losing the battle. He coughed again, and blood stained his teeth.
"Shhhh, don't try to talk." Lucy soothed. Desperate to give him something to focus on, she wracked her brain.
"You know, not many people know that General Patton…" She began, plunging into the little known secrets of the man's life. Wyatt clung to every word as if it were a lifeline.
