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(in which, kix saves the street rat)
(inspo: carry me out, by mitski)
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WIPING BACK AT THE BLOOD RAPIDLY ESCAPING FROM YOUR WOUND, you groaned at the pain; hissing as your hand touched the puncture. Quickly bringing your hand forward to survey the blood coating it, you cringed as your eyes blurred; gaze growing hazy.
"Fuck with a mob, (Y/N)!" Laughing bitterly, before coughing at the pain it caused, "What a great fucking idea that was—!"
"—Hello?"
Ceasing your coughs, you harshly bit down on your lip; ignoring as it bled at your sudden action. There were more important places you were losing blood.
'Such as around my internal organs.'
"Hello?"
Calling again, you pressed yourself against the wall; desperately hoping to remain hidden. What if it was them, coming to finish you off? Breaths quickening at the thought, you squeezed your eyes shut as the steps drew closer. Gripping at your stomach wound, you clawed at the blood; tucking your head down as you scuttled into a small ball.
And, the steps grew closer.
One step.
You held back a sob.
Two steps.
They were close.
Three steps—
"—Excuse me, are you okay?"
Circling your arms protectively around your wound, you stilled your breathing; unable to escape as you heard the man kneel down to your height, voice hushed, "Can you hear me?"
Watching your small, huddled figure, the clone's brows furrowed with worry; especially as you remained perfectly still.
