Dying | Leon + Matt
Leon was dying. How could he be dying? Well...the fact that he put himself in a war was a good reason. He didn't want to join in the first place. He didn't want to die. Going into a war meant that he was most likely going to die. And painfully. He was scared. He had a lot to live for, since he was only twenty-six. He didn't settle down with anyone yet. He didn't have his own home, his own family, anything.
And here he was, dying on the field. It was far from a great death. Stabbed in the chest with a bayonet - didn't hit anything fatal. Wasn't deep enough, but he couldn't get it out without bleeding out, easily. Not that he had any hope. Some asshole thought they would try to put him out of his misery, shooting him in the head. They missed, only hitting him in the neck - not even where it would be a quick death - before running off. So it was a long, slow death. Completely painful. No one tried to check on him, to see if they could save him. He would've tried yelling at them, to get their attention, if it didn't hurt so much. Even breathing hurt. He was coming close to choking on his own blood.
He did see someone approach, though. But it wasn't a Loyalist. This was the enemy. Leon tried his best to squirm away, just groaning in pain. The bayonet left in him just made it painful to do anything. Shit. He had no chance of surviving this.