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She was angry with him, angrier than she had intended to be considering the fact that he was watching her die. But he was supposed to be keeping an eye on their team and he couldn’t be doing that if he was standing over her, watching the light fade from her golden eyes and feeling the heat drain from her blood. Gogo looked up at Matt for a few moments and she was coughing, tasting the coppery and thick tang of blood in her mouth. She tried to tighten her grip on his hand, to show him that she appreciated that he was still there with her even though he should have been doing his job, but she couldn’t. Softly, and without warning, she coughed again and her grip increased. ❝ Matt. ❞ Her body was gasping for air, desperately trying to get it into her lungs. She was heaving and her body quaked and hacked. Seung reached for him and forced glassy eyes to his. Maybe she could make it through. Maybe. ❝ Get. Baymax. Hospital. I’ll hold on. ❞
Everything seemed to slow as Gogo’s words fell on Matt’s ears. She was going to keep fighting. Of course. A smile broke through all the pain that coated his face. That was the Park Seung he knew! The fighter. She always had been- and always will be. “Thats m-more like it! Hold on!” With a quick squeeze of her hand, the other shot to his ear faster than it usually did in a game of ‘Get down Mr President’. With one simple press of a button, Matt patched through to the comm channel for the entire group. “Guys! Gogo’s wounded bad! I need Baymax here now!” Almost as soon as he had finished his first sentence did the earpiece explode with a stream of yells and cries. Over the top of it all broke Hiro, instructing them to hold on just a second. So he did, Matt held on to Gogo’s hand, taking the moment to run a hand through her hair. “Hey- just in case you do die.... You gotta answer somethin’ for me. Where exactly did ‘Gogo Tomago’ come from?”
