A/N: As requested, the Robin in this chapter is the same Robin as the one in chapter 2.
As always, reviews are appreciated!
Robin dropped his sword, one hand clasping his side. "Oh," he said, eyes widening. "Oh."
Chrom cursed under his breath and decapitated a Risen with one swing. "Robin! Hang on, we're almost done here!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dark-haired tactician slowly sink to the ground. "Damn! Lissa—we're gonna need you, Lissa!"
The Risen were being routed or fleeing before the combined might of Chrom's Shepherds. The battle was ending. The only question now was whether it would end quick enough for Chrom to get to his tactician.
"Chrom!" Lissa hurried over, ducking under the slash of a pursuing Risen. The Risen hissed and lunged after her, then stopped as Chrom stepped in and put his sword through its face.
"Here!" Chrom said, as they rushed over to their fallen friend's side. "Robin, we're here." he reached out and patted Robin's arm gently.
"Put pressure on the wound, Chrom," Lissa hissed. Chrom complied hastily.
"I'm sorry," Robin whispered, coughing.
"Stop talking," Chrom said, pressing down on the cut at Robin's side. Lissa's staff began to glow.
Robin grinned weakly up at his best friend. "We made a pretty good team, don't we?" he said, sounding dazed. "We had our fun."
"What did I say about talking?" Chrom said.
"I guess this isn't a bad way to go." Robin continued anyways. "In the service of something greater than yourself. If I manage to make a change that goes on beyond me, it's like I never died…"
"It's okay, Robin. You're going to be okay."
Robin smiled. "Kind till the end," he murmured. "Thank you for everything. I won't forget."
"No, I, uh, actually think you're going to be okay. Look, it's stopped bleeding."
Robin lifted his head up and glanced down at his side. "Huh," he said. "Okay then."
Chrom groaned and rose to his feet. The battle was over. The Shepherds milled about on the battlefield, regrouping. A few of them had wandered over to observe the one-person show that was Robin.
"I swear," Chrom said, "if you act like this every time you get injured we won't actually be able to tell when you're actually dying."
"What do you expect from a guy who wails about pneumonia every time it rains?" Lissa snorted. "You're welcome, by the way," she said to Robin.
Robin grinned loopily and attempted to get up. He toppled over almost instantly. "The world is spinning before me," he said loudly. "I've lost so much blood."
"I'm not carrying you, Robin," Chrom said.
"Darn."
—
The Plegians had struck in the middle of the night. Taken by surprise, the Shepherds had scattered and fought back. It was by no means an ideal scenario, Chrom thought, but scattered was better than dead at least. Although judging by how hopelessly lost Chrom and Robin were, at least one of them was probably going to die out here anyways.
"This is not good," Chrom said out loud. Robin grunted in agreement. "This is really bad." Chrom repeated. "It's dark and we're lost. Neither of us are exactly navigational geniuses." he laughed shakily. "You need to ask directions to your own tent, for Naga's sake!"
"I was new," Robin muttered. "Didn't know my way around."
"This was last week," Chrom retorted, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "We shouldn't wait around here. We should try and walk back. Are you hurt? Can you walk?"
"I'm okay," Robin said quietly. "It's not much."
"Alright, if you're sure," Chrom said, stepping past him. Then he stopped.
"Robin," he said slowly, "are you sure you're okay?" he turned around.
The clouds drifted away from the moon. Soft silver light poured down from the night sky, illuminating Robin's pale face. He clutched at his chest, then loosened his grip and dropped his hand to the side. The fabric of his coat was darkened with a rapidly growing patch of blood.
"Shit. Shit!" Chrom said, lunging forward to catch Robin before he fell. Chrom's gloves came away streaked with blood. "Damn it, Robin, this better not be another joke!"
Robin just leaned against him, shivering. His breathing sounded fast but shallow. Chrom knew enough about first aid to know that it definitely wasn't normal or good. Cursing, he tore off his cloak with one hand and pressed it to the gaping slash in Robin's chest. "I should have known," he hissed. "You weren't talking! I thought it was weird that you weren't talking! Because you were too busy bleeding, for Naga's sake!"
The white fabric was already dyed deep red. Gods, there was so much blood. Chrom hadn't seen anybody lose this amount of blood so quickly, at least anyone who had managed to live—
"This is not a funny joke," Chrom said heatedly. "This is the opposite of funny. Hey—" his breath caught in his throat as Robin's legs gave out. "Hey, don't—"
Robin coughed, a wet, hacking sound. His eyes slowly slid shut.
Without thinking, Chrom smacked him across the face. Robin's eyes shot open and he stared up at Chrom with a dazed, bewildered expression.
"Sorry, but you have to stay awake," Chrom said. Maybe he shouldn't have hit Robin. His eyes looked out of focus and his breathing was getting weaker—
"Oh damn it, damn it!" he whispered shakily.
Voices could be heard in the distance, carrying on the wind. Chrom's head jerked up.
"Robin? Robin!" he said. "I hear the others. It's going to be fine. Just hold on, damn you, hold on. Hey, talk to me. Say something. Anything!"
Robin shuddered. He looked at Chrom and opened his mouth but no words came out, and Robin was gasping for breath and then—
A/N: Hi Pandora'sDarkDreamer. I just realized that this probably wasn't what you had in mind when you requested more amusing dramaqueen!Robin shenanigans. I'm sorry. Please still like me.
Also thank you to all my anonymous reviewers! To reviewer 'I got no name', I'll schedule another Modern AU for a future chapter.
