Don't Leave Me!:Â Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.
"Shit," cursed Cinco under his breath, "shit shit shit shit SHIT." The Fox, the infamous fox, was quickly bleeding out. He didn't know how it happened, he didn't know her from Zero, but here she was, dying in his arms. "Come on, now, hold it together..." He took off his shirt, tearing it with his teeth to try and wrap up her wound. A quiet, gasping chuckle came from her lips "Look at this," she mumbled, "My final moments spent with an older, shirtless man. Just what I would have wanted, honestly~""Come on now," he said, trying to help her up, "there's still a chance. There’s a hospital--" She resisted. "Do you really think--" she coughed, pushing her mask up as blood splattered out of her mouth, "Do you think they would help me? Do you know what I do for a living? No thanks. I'd rather die doing my job.""Don't you die on me, kid.""Kid?" she smiled, "That's cute. You're real cute. It's a shame. I don't even know who you are, but I think I would have liked you.""Stop talking, you need to save your breath." He was getting desperate, his eyes were starting to tear up. He didn't want to be the last person she spoke to, he didn't know her. She deserved a better death than bleeding out with a stranger in an alley. She smiled for the last time, put her hand over his on her stomach, and whispered, "Don't leave me."