time / location : top floor of tower, after fortune leaves
status: closed to @daydreamxrs
Part of him couldn’t help but wonder if this all was a nightmare that Fearmonger had designed. Between getting shot by one of the villains there to help them, and then being left behind with Fortune Finder and whoever in the hell his gunman had transformed into, he couldn’t help but wonder. The sharp pain piercing through his chest every time he tried to take a breath though, along with the blood that shot up his throat at each attempt. was telling him otherwise.
As Fortune leaves him, and the other villain begins pressing into the bleeding holes in his chest, he can feel himself start drift in and out of consciousness. He can’t believe he’s going to fucking die here, he thinks bitterly as he continues to struggle for air. After everything he had been through, and with so much he still wanted to do, he doesn’t want it to all end here. And he can’t help but think about Dylan as those thoughts plague what senses are still with him. She had to have thought the same, when she was trapped in that warehouse with Clint, even as she fought tooth and nail to survive.
“H-hey...” he rasps after a moment, when he feels like he isn’t able to fight to stay awake for much longer, looking up towards the villain still with him, he scrambles to think of some message to have him give Arya- because fuck... he didn’t want to leave him like this, not with everything else he’d been through....
His thoughts and the half sentence he began are soon cut off though when he sees Cas of all people followed by Nightingale rush up to him. Nightingale’s features seem frozen in the same stoic expression he’s always seen them have, as they assess the injury and wave off Sebastian, letting him know they were taking over.
“I won’t be able to fully heal him, not with the bullets still in him,” they say to both him and Cas as they examine his injuries. “I can keep him stable- but that is all.”
He can barely register everything Nightingale is telling him between how difficult it was in general for him to focus on anything in that moment other than fighting off the urge to sleep, and Cas. There are a thousand things he wants to say to him too, if this was really going to be it for him, but apparently Nightingale seemed to think otherwise as their hands soon fall gently on his chest.
“Fortune... went to roof... Hourglass took Dimitri there...”, he says to Cas as Nightingale begins to unfasten the top half of his suit, peeling away the blood soaked fabric where it clang to his bare chest.