(TW; injury, blood, idiots)
*Shadow’s eyes are unfocused as Sonic quickly lays him down on the clearest part of the floor he can find. He presses his hands to the wound to try and stem the flow of blood, but there’s so much that he can’t even see the wound*
Why would you-? Shadow, please.
*Sonic turns in time to see the badnik swinging its sword for them. He grabs Shadow’s sword from his limp grip, and parries the swing so forcefully the badnik is knocked back a step. Sonic presses Shadow’s hands to the bleeding wound and holds his gaze*
You keep pressure on that. Don’t you die on me. Not before…don’t die.
*The fight with the badnik quickly turns in Sonic’s favour. He attacks with all the rage and fear he has; moving erratically but with clear intent. Every blow he deals to his foe crumples metal beneath his sword. There is no cocky grin or even feral smile on his face, only grim determination. Something darker is behind his eyes, which are wet with tears. There is blood on his hands, his face and his chest. The badnik spends most of its time trying to parry Sonic’s deadly precision, but it is no match for his anger. With a flick of his wrist Sonic sends its sword flying, and in the next second he’s lopped its head of. He doesn’t even wait for it to finish falling before speeding back to Shadow’s side and resuming pressure on the wound. Shadow’s eyes are closed*
*Shadow forces an eye open and manages to focus on Sonic’s face*
You don’t have to die for me!
Well it sure looks like you are!
This is very touching and all, but you need to get out now. I need to wash this place down. You know. Because of all the blood. You can stay, if you want. But I am going to fill it with water.
*The door to the bunker opens at the top of the slope. Sonic shoots a glare at the nearest camera*
Shadow, I’m so sorry. This is really gonna hurt.
*Sonic slides his hands under Shadow’s knees and back, trying to lift him gently into his arms. Shadow gasps in pain and grits his teeth*
I know, I know. I’m so sorry.
*Once Shadow is settled in his arms, Sonic dashes as steadily as he can back to the bunker without jostling Shadow too much. Shadow rests his head against Sonic’s shoulder and tries to take deep breaths. Sonic settles him down on the sofa as gently as possible and runs for the first aid kit*
I don’t…where do I start? Uh, ok. I’ve gotta clean it, right?
I mean, that sword could have had anything on it.
Oh Gaia am I gonna have to stitch you up?
Just pack it…with some gauze. I’ll heal.
Worse than being shish kebabed!?
*Shadow grimaces as Sonic does as he instructed; padding the wound with gauze and securing it with medical tape. Sonic’s hands are shaking and he’s still crying, he doesn’t even notice until Shadow cups his cheek and swipes a tear away*
Don’t cry for me, Sonic. I’ll be fine.
You…you almost died. For me.
That’s not the point! Why would you do that for me!? I’m not…I’m not worth that!
You are worth that and more. I couldn’t live in a world without you in it. You are the sun. You…are my new star. Without you I have no direction.
Sonic, I… *Shadow searches Sonic’s gaze, trying to figure out if this will go well or not. Sonic’s gaze softens, though he’s still crying*
You idiot. *Sonic leans down and gently, very carefully, catches Shadow’s lips in a kiss*