To Late for Confession

A little longer

Soap heard Igloo, even in your groggy, incoherent state, his words were clear to him. He pulled him closer, wrapping his arms all the way around Igloo and pulling him into him, pressing you against his chest. "You won't...I won't let you...they're almost here...just hang on..." He said, feeling his own eyes sting slightly as he saw his tears. He rocked him in his arms, desperately trying to keep Igloo conscious until the helicopter landed. Igloo opens his eyes a little slowly looking up at him before shutting his eyes once again feeling his body grow weak as he tries to stay conscious the best he could even with the pain. He breaths shakily as tears go down his face. "Tell me about your home" Igloo says this quietly wanting something to keep his mind occupied to stay conscious. Soap paused, surprised by his request. Igloo didn't have time for stories, he wwas ighting for his life right now, why would he want to hear about his home? Soap looked down at you, noticing how heavy Igloo eyes were, his breathing labored and the blood loss...he needed to keep Igloo conscious.

"I have a little place...back home in Scotland. There's a small pub that serves good food, fresh fish and the atmosphere is just...well, it's nice." Soap said with a smile.

Igloo smiles a little breathing weakly, he tries to speak even with the pain as well as unable to move that much the pain was dreadful. "That sounds nice... I would like to visit there" He says his eyes shut and looking pale trying to stay conscious by talking to Soap. "You would?" Soap asked, surprised at the request. It was something he never thought he would have wanted, but he would gladly take the distraction from Igloo deteriorating condition and the pain he felt watching his struggle. "You could...come anytime you like...I'd make sure you had a good tour of the town and show you all the best places. They have the most amazing fish n' chips...I'd treat ya to it." Soap said. Igloo sighs weakly putting on a smile opening his eyes a little even thoughit was hard, he looked up at Soap face before speaking in a weak and soft voice. "Do you think I would make it and be able to see it" He says this looking up at Soap expression, his eyes tired and body ached in pain as he looks at him a look in his eyes of hope and looking of validations that he will be okay. Soap paused for a moment, taking him in. Igloo face was pale and clammy, his lips were a faint shade of blue, and every time Igloo breathed his breath came in short gasps. He bit his lip, fighting back the tears because Igloo had no idea just how dangerous this situation was. "Of course you'll see Scotland...I know you're weak...but you won't die. The medics will get you back to health in no time..." His voice trailed off as he was unsure if what he was saying was really true. Igloos smiles a little before his eyes shut and his breathing weakershort soft gasps, his body weight leaned more against Soap as he loses his strength to move or feel his body only feeling the agonizing pain and the cold feeling of his own blood streaming down his side and leg the numbing feeling growing. "Thank... you.. soap" he mutters out in his last breaths as he lose his strength to fight much longer. The helicopter lands near by. Soap was crying at this point, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he was holding him desperately close to him. Igloo words were getting soft and incoherent, his breathing was labored and Igloo strength nearly depleted. "Don't...don't...just stay with me...come on..." Soap was sobbing, his body shaking as he felt so hopeless in this situation. The helicopter landed with a loud thud, the rotor blades whipping wildly and kicking up dust and dirt. People were rushing to the helicopter, but it all felt so distant to Soap. Igloo laid in Soap arms breathing weak and labored. His body unmoving his lips parted a little as his eyes lied shut. Igloo skin pale and cold barely any warmth to his weak body, the warmth the Soap remembered he once had and the memories of Igloo smile he once new replaced by a cold and pale body in his arms. Igloo was holding onto a string the kept him alive trying to stay away from the arms of death. Soap looked at him with pleading eyes, his vision blurring as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks. Igloo had lost almost all his strength and life was slipping away from him. Igloo was so close to death...but Soap wouldn't let him go. He kept his arms wrapped around Igloo, holding him close to his chest, pressing his hands over the wound. His voice trembled as he spoke, trying to make Igloo hear him. "Please...please don't go...don't leave me..."