one-shots

Imagine 52

I stumble through the dark, cursing at the pain in my side, the blood soaking through my clothes mixing with the rain. I had another mission, an easy one- well, I thought it would be easy, but the bastard was stronger than I expected. I was able to k*ll him, but not before he threw a dagger to my side, almost killing me just from the pain. I look down at the dagger still in my side, knowing that if I take it out I will bleed to d*eath on the spot. I sigh from relieve when I see the familiar building. This is the last place I want to be, but I had no choice. I have no where else to go, and in a city like this, you get so desperate that sometimes the only person you can go to is your sworn enemy. The same person that tried to kill me multiple times in the past is the one I'm going to for aid. Its comical, the situation almost makes me laugh. Almost.

I stumble up the steps to the front door. My wet hair blocking my view. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Its quiet, too quiet. I almost stumble back when the door swings open and something cold gets pressed to my neck. "What are you doing here", they hiss before looking down at the dagger in my side. "What the-", I fall forward and they quickly throw their knife away so I don't cut myself, throwing their arms around me. "I got you", they whisper picking me up. I can't find the strength to answer back, I don't even have the strength to keep my eyes open. "Come on, don't leave me", they put me on something soft and gently wipe my hair out of my eyes. "Who did this to you?" 
"Someone", I say, my voice almost a whisper. They walk away and come back with a something that looks like a bucket filled with water, a cloth, a needle and thread. "Why?", I ask, utterly confused and at the point of passing out. They look at me, their emotions open for the first time "because no matter what I say and do, I can not bear seeing you die", that's the last thing I hear before falling into a pit I pray I wake up from.