Because I Care About You (Lizzington One Shot)

Because I Care About You

Blood.

All there was, was blood.

Her hands were all red, the warm fluid running through her fingers until it dropped, leaving another puddle of blood on the ground.

Hesitantly, she raised her hands that were trembling like the rest of her body, regarding them in the dimmed neon light of this now empty room.

She could still feel the touch of his fingers, squeezing her hand, desperately pressing them against his chest. His eyes that have been marked by this unusual fearful expression were burning in her mind, haunting her every second of the day.

One word. That was all he said.

One word. Again.

One word. The same as the last time he thought it was his end.

Her name.

Lizzie.

His voice weak and shaky like she had never heard him before.

Lizzie.

Was it her fault? Has she been the one who put him into this misery? At least, that was exactly what the majority of her mind told her. She handed him the Fulcrum, despite of her worries of being rejected. Again.
But she couldn't handle it any longer. This feeling of being torn. She just wanted to escape, wanted everything to end, wanted to find out what she really wanted. She thought, it was necessary to give it to him. That's what he always wanted. The Fulcrum. He didn't care about her. Not the way she wanted him to. He only needed her to stay alive.

But then the shot broke the silence and everything changed, all of her anger blown away. She still remembered how he fell to the ground, laying there in front of her car. She remembered how shocked she was, simply staring at him for a few seconds before she realized the man she cared so much about, the man she cared the most about, was dying in front of her eyes, taking his last breaths with her last words on his mind.

Take it and leave! I don't care!

Now all she could do was hope he knew she's been lying, just like he always knew. Those words couldn't be the last words of her he was supposed to remember. Especially because it was all a lie.

He had to survive.

She couldn't imagine a world without him any longer, a world without Raymond Reddington, a world without him by her side.

She had to be strong, now. If not for herself, then at least for him, especially now that he was so vulnerable.
She could not give up. No, she couldn't! She had to fight. For him, for his life. For them.

As she stood there in the empty room, her arms wrapped around her body tightly, desperately trying to catch her breath while she regarded her bloodstained scarf that was laying in a corner of the room, she didn't even recognize the tears that were silently streaming down her cheeks. Neither did the perceive the quiet sobs that were echoing in the empty hall.

All she saw were his mesmerizing eyes, looking up to her, begging her to stay, begging her not to leave his side. And all she heard was his voice in her head, saying her name like she never wanted him to, his voice filled with fear and pain.

"Elizabeth?", another calm voice suddenly attracted her attention.

She turned around, quickly rubbing her eyes to hide the tears she's been crying.

"D- Dembe", she whispered, smiling sadly as she tried to keep those flashing images of him dying right next to her out of her head, "How's he?"