Can I Lay By Your Side?
aka “After months together on the run after the bridge, Villanelle and Eve get into trouble with the Twelve. Eve gets hurt and Villanelle looks after her in the hospital, grappling with much pain, angst and love.
For full emotional effect and my inspiration for this fic, listen to sam smith’s “lay me down”.
For Killing Eve Week’s Day #7: Hurt/Sick/Comfort
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White-hot pain blooms all throughout Eve’s midsection. She doesn’t remember what totally happened because everything fell one after another so quickly; her mind still needs to catch up to her physical state. Which is currently very grave.
Then she feels a hand.
A soft, tender hand, pressing at her side. Eve almost laughs but groans instead as her inhalation causes a deep shock of pain to erupt. There is a laughable irony in this situation. Eve just can’t quite put her finger one it, maybe it’s because she is losing a lot of blood at the moment.
“Eve! Eve. Focus on me. Stay with me.”
Is that...Villanelle? Ah yes, the irony. Eve closes her eyes for a moment to try and remember that last time they were in the same conundrum. It was in Paris. Yes. Paris. Villanelle’s apartment. Eve was in her turtl--
“No, Eve! No eye closing! Look at me. Please.”
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