Lincoln Campbell

Lincoln let out a small, empty chuckle. “Guess I wasn’t ready for them to be putting me on these big missions, huh?” He murmured before coughing a little and turning his head to the side to spit out some of the blood. “Get out of here. Don’t waste anymore time on me.” He didn’t want to risk anyone else getting hurt over this. Trying to save him would have been a pointless effort- and he was certain she knew that -so she needed to go before the remaining HYDRA agents caught up to them again. “Just... tell Daisy I’m sorry.”

Lincoln just gave a feeble shake of his head. “I... I can’t...” The pain was unbearable but he just couldn’t focus on anything else. There was no way he’d even make it back to his feet, never mind try to get away. He needed to face facts and so did she. Only one of them was going to be making it out of there alive. “Look... d-don’t worry about me. Save yourself, that’s all that matters,” he mumbled as he looked up at Suzanne, forcing the weakest of smiles onto his lips. “I’d only slow you down anyway...”

“Harley... you have to go.” Lincoln’s voice was weak as he spoke. The pain in his abdomen where two bullets now settled was unbearable, blood pouring out of the holes in his flesh no matter how much pressure he attempted to put on them. There was no way he was getting out of there alive. But she could get away- but only if she left now. “Please, go! Don’t make the body count higher than it needs to be.” Waves of dizziness were already washing over him now, the very outer parts of his vision beginning to fade to black. This was his own fault, he should have been more careful, should have seen the men with the guns coming. It was his mistake and now he was paying the price, he just didn’t want Harley to be paying that price too. She didn’t deserve it.

“Bobby...” He just let out a weak sigh, reaching for the other’s hand to take it gently. He didn’t really know what to say. They said they couldn’t save him- they weren’t even going to try now, it was too late, they said. He had a few hours left, maybe a day or two at a push. There was so much he wanted to say to the other but as he opened his mouth to speak, the words died at the back of his throat. Honestly, it wasn’t dying that he was scared of, it was leaving people behind. He didn’t want to hurt any of them, especially not Bobby. He wanted this to be painless for him, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. And the thought of hurting Bobby crushed him inside. “I’m sorry.” It was all he could bring himself to say as he squeezed the other’s hand a little tighter, looking up at him now as tears began to glaze over his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."

"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"

"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."

"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."

"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."

"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."

"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."

"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."

"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."