call of duty

come back to me... (König )

Pain.
Everything hurt. My body,  my lungs , my chest. Pain exploded through my chest and down my abdomen making my body shake. We gotta keep moving , come on... keep moving.... you can do this.

Tw: death, suicide, gunshot, blood.
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"Come on sweetheart.. you can do this.." Königs voice lulled my ears as we moved through the woods. The sound of our boots crunching the leaves below us and the sounds of our labored breaths filled the air.

"It hurts... it hurts Ko.." you spoke softly holding your side. The redness stained your once white shirt leaving a large round red spot on your shirt. The blood seeped from your shirt onto your hand and in between your fingers. You were loosing a lot of blood there was no way you were going to make it out alive but you helped up hope just for könig. You knew there was no chance in surviving but he believed he could save you so you carried on no matter how badly your body ached you carried on, for him.

"I know.. I know but you have too..Meine Liebe." Königs hands held firmly on your legs as he held you. After getting shot walking was more painful than being carried but now as time went on and the more blood you lost being carried hurt just as much as walking did.

You and König have walked for miles, he was determined to get you out and get you out alive but that wasn't going to happen and you knew that, he did too but the smallest chance of you making it, he held onto. You rested your head on his shoulder sighing softly trying to ignore the pain and dizziness that threatened to take over.

"Ko.. König please...please put me down.." your voice barley above a whisper "I can't keep doing this.." you sniffled tears coating your cheeks as you accepted your fate.

"No! No..! We can do this we're almost there!" König protested. The fear of letting you go was creeping up on him. You both knew the reality of the situation at hand. You're not gonna make it but he held out hope, hope that he wouldn't have to lose you ... hope that he wouldn't have to attend your funeral... or do this life without you.

"Please... König.. this is it.. I'm tired.." you slumped against him every ounce of energy and strength you had was gone if it wasn't for könig holding your hand over his shoulder and his firm grip on your legs you would've fallen off miles ago.

Accepting defeat könig sighed slowly lowering you to the ground. König sat behind you , his arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned agasint him offering you the comfort of his body and not the tree. "Do you want a blanket?" König whispered in your ear. You could hear the emotions taking way at his voice no matter how hard he tried to hold it together you could hear and feel him start to break.

Shaking your head you scooted down a little. Königs hand applied pressure to your wound still holding out hope. You flinched and shudder when he applied pressure sucking in a breath you rested your head against his stomach his body heat keeping you warm.

"What's your favorite memory of us?" You muttered out In between shaky breaths, as time went on breathing became more and more difficult as if you had a blockage in your lungs.

König hummed softly the vibration of his hum sent shivers down your spine. "I think... my favorite memory of us is when we first met..." as he spoke your mind played the memory like a movie.

"You were new to our town ... and to the task force.. I remember seeing you walk the halls... confidence radiating through your body.. I remember how you looked, how you smelt and over all.. how beautiful you appeared in the sunlight.." his voice cracked at the memory, you could tell by his breathing he was crying and how his voice shook with every couple words.