Before You Die
He could only taste blood when he regained consciousness. Without the strength to suppress it, he vomited. Sputtering and coughing, he shook himself awake.
The last time he had gotten this injured was when Krad was inside of him. It seemed like such a long time ago... and he thought things couldn't get worse.
As he lay there, in the tall grass with nothing but the dark of the night as his companion, he came to the conclusion that he might die. All of his ammunition was taken away when he was captured by the enemies. His armor was ripped off, and his strength faded away. How exactly he got out of the camp, he wasn't sure. It was all just a blur.
He hissed with pain at the open wound on his side. Breathing heavily, Satoshi swore at all of his bad luck.
"Commander." He looked over at his injured comrade who was lying nearby. "Help is on the way. Don't worry."
Satoshi let out a bitter laugh, spitting out some blood. "We're behind enemy lines, Lieutenant. How soon do you think help is going to come?"
The young man smiled. "You're the boss of the entire operation. They'll kill anything and everything if they know it will bring you back to the base."
The thought only made him feel the tiniest bit better. He decided to just let his muscles relax, and stared at the stars. A few minutes went by before he heard his comrade laughing. Surprised, he turned to look at him.
"Are you mad?"
The man shook his head, a genuine smile plastered to his face. "I heard... from someone... that the last thing you do before you die... is relive the happiest moments of your life." He sighed. "If that's the case, I'm pretty near dead."
"You know," Satoshi stated simply. "That if you die on me, I'll be kicking your ass in hell."
The soldier laughed again. "Yes, sir, but I'm not dying. I've got too much to live for." He looked at the blue-eyed man. "Know what I mean?"
The image of a brown-haired beauty instantly filled his senses. He heard her laughter as she called him by his first name. When he closed his eyes, he saw her smile. When he breathed, he smelled her perfume. He could feel her small hand in his, and thought about how cute she was when she blushed. What he would give to see her give him that sweet smile once more...
"Yeah," he replied, physical pain bringing him back to his senses. "I know what you mean."