Lost with out you.
Bradley looked at the man in front of him. The sight of the scrawny Irish man scared him. Colin's motionless body seemed to haunt him. He looked so peaceful, almost like he was asleep. But the blood seemed to cover most of the floor and covers. His friend had done something really stupid. The cut so deep in his arm. His blood falling and staining the carpet. Bradley's eyes seemed to well at the sight of his dying friend. Colin was still breathing, it was a relief to know that. He could hear the labour breath of his friend. It was enough. His hands went in to his pockets. Pushing away the sweet wrappers and phone numbers. Looking for his phone. When he finally found it he unlocked it and punched in three numbers. 999. He hardly remembers what he said to the operator, not knowing the terrified sound of his voice. He remembers listening for the ambulance.
"Don't let go," Bradley said to the raven haired Irish man, "Please hang on... I can't lose you." He collected the boy in to his arms and sobbed quietly in to his shoulder. "Stay with me. I'll be lost with out you."
AN; Wrote this while watching Midnight. Just liked the idea of writing in Welsh. My dad nearly killed me for writing this. I spend too much time writing this. And watching Merlin.... And Doctor Who. But Hey. I'm not complaining