(Warrior-Nasir) Nasir’s fingers gripped the leather cords around Agron’s neck, “I…c-can’t…breathe…”
When Agron saw Nasir approach, he turned his head to properly look at his lover. But it was quite obvious that something was wrong. Nasir reached out for the leather around Agron’s neck, gripping it and struggling to get words out. Agron moved his arms around Nasir to hold him, concern flooded his entire face. “Nasir! What happened?” He asked, his eyes searching over the male for a wound that may cause such difficulty in breathing. “Medicus! We need the fucking medicus!” He called out, refusing to fetch one himself for it would entail leaving Nasir. One hand moved behind Nasir’s head, worry clear in Agron’s gaze upon him. “Stay with me, Nasir,” he urged him, the shallow breaths growing more and more shallow with each passing moment.
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