Fade Away. •.brance.•

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(i apologze in advance. ahha sike lmao. also no ones out cuz its night. i think, idk it is now)

vance's eyes trailed from bruce's shocked face down to his stomach, where his shaky hand was surrounding the knife the grabber had stabbed him with. blood seeped out of his body, trailing down his unusually pale skin. out if the corner of vance's eye, he could see the grabber exiting out the back door and running off.

bruce dropped to floor as vance ran up to him. he stared at the knife plunged into his stomach, then back up at vance. "t-told you i'd.. die in- in here," bruce half smiled. if vance ever saw the grabber, he'd kill him right then and there.

"no, no you won't die. you can't, i'll get you to a hospital and you'll be alright," vance said, desperately trying to pick bruce up. "don't wanna," bruce mumbled. "i don't give a shit if you don't want to!" vance huffed and he held bruce up for support.

"17 wrangler drive," bruce told him, refusing to move. "bruce. stop it. i told you, you can take me there yourself. you will be fine just come on!" vance cried out desperately. "please, bruce, just stay with me. you'll be okay," vance continued trying to walk bruce out of the house. he made it down the stairs with ease before bruce abruptly dropped to the ground.

"you have to get up. you have to try. come on, man, please!" vance tried helping him up again. bruce was already so weak. he was already dying and that knife was just a helpful push over the edge.

he was so indescribably tired. he shut his eyes, just wanting to drift off to sleep. "don't close your eyes," vance said, pulling bruce off the ground and attempting to walk him down the street.

"i'm t-tired, vance," bruce whispered. "you can't sleep just yet. the hospital's not that far away from here. you can make it," vance told him, filled with hope. bruce trudged along, clutching his stomach.

"can i.. take the kn-knife out? it's w-weird," bruce frowned. "no, because you'll bleed to death. you are not dying today bruce yamada," vance grunted, deciding to just pick bruce up bridal style.

bruce hadn't ate in days. he hadn't slept a good sleep for two weeks. he was so worried about everything he wasn't able to function properly. but now that he was inches away from death, nothing worried him anymore. he knew, one way or another, he'd be just fine.

his eyes slowly shut, bringing darkness upon himself. this felt right. the undying pain, the darkness, his worries all disappeared. everything felt as if it belonged. bruce felt as if he belonged. this is how he wanted things to go. this is bruce yamada's perfect ending.

"open your fucking eyes, bruce. you gotta stay alive. we're just five minutes away i think," vance told him as he quickly sped walk to his desired destination.

bruce's eyes popped open. perhaps it wasn't time for the perfect ending he longed for. "i'm trying," bruce whispered to him. "i was- already die- dying. this is.. just a f-friendly push.. over the edge," bruce repeated his thoughts out to vance.

"stop, don't say that, i'll get you to the hospital and they'll help you. you can survive this," vance reassured bruce, and himself too.

"just a bit longer, yeah? i can see it from here. just hang on for just a bit longer," vance pleaded. bruce shook his head, "i don't know if i can," is all he said.

"you can. you have to," vance told him. "seventeen wrangler drive," bruce repeated again. "stop," vance shook his head, fighting back his tears. he hadn't cried in years, he wouldn't cry now. "seventeen wrangler drive," bruce smiled to himself. "stop," vance repeated again, shaking his head.

bruce decided to stop talking. he could tell he was already rapidly loosing blood. "can i just.. close my e-eyes, for a minute?" bruce questioned. "no," vance shook his head.

bruce couldn't help but allow his eyes to fall shut. the tiredness washed upon him, his body begging him to just sleep. vance didn't seem to notice that time.

bruce allowed himself to fall asleep knowing that he could die any second. at least he would die knowing he got his wish. vance made it out alive. bruce didn't care that he was dying, as long as vance got out.

"thank you for being my friend down there," bruce whispered before his body shut down and led him away from reality.

"what? no, bruce, don't do this, come on, get up. please! bruce please i swear, i can't loose you come on! someone fucking help!" bruce heard vance screaming as he was being was being tugged into sleep.

"hi, yes, what happened?" asked an unfamiliar voice, assumingely a nurse. "fuck you mean what happened? we got fucking kidnapped and he got stabbed! yeah! fucking hell don't just stand there, do something!" was the last bruce heard.

bruce drifted off to sleep, having no idea whether it was for a few minutes, hours, days, or forever. either way, he didn't really mind.

he allowed himself to face his fate, whether it be good or bad. he stared into the dark abyss that swallowed him, internally hoping that his fate would be the bad option. either way, he was completely okay with it.

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my bad 🤷‍♀️ will bruce make it?!? no clue i guess you gonna have to wait to find out 😈

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