In Angel's Clothing-Resident Evil 2

Epilogue

A scream of agony bursted from your mouth, alerting your comrades. The hand of the dark skinned man kept his tight grip on the handle of the serrated combat knife, its black metal blade lodged deep into the left side of your lower abdomen. The knife was sharp enough to puncture through your padded outfit, the attacker was lucky to hit your vulnerable spot. Your fingers shook, dropping your weapon but refraining from touching the blade or your attacker.

A gunshot rang in your ears, followed by a hot substance splashing on your face. After that gunshot, more gunfire began, your comrades firing at the enemies that arrived from their hiding places. The pain forced you to your knees, your hands scratching the dirt ground underneath. You opened your eyes slowly, seeing the body of the man that stabbed you. His eyes were wide open, the bullethole going right through his left temple, blood pooling around.
Your left hand slowly went to your side, fingers grazing along the handle of the knife still inside you, followed by blood pooling to the dirt ground. You collapsed on your right side, both hands around your wound in attempts to put pressure. Cries of pain and hard panting escaped your mouth, your body breaking into a sweat.

A large figure loomed over you, on his knees while grabbing ahold of your hands. "C'mon Kid," He pulled your hands away, examining the wound. "Shit, got you pretty damn good."

His hands began to slid under you, scooping you up into his arms. The movement made you cry out, your hands returning to the wound, the movement making it worse. Your head fell onto his shoulder, your eyes shut in the pain. You heard him yell orders to the others, telling them to fall back and call an evacuation helicopter.

"N-no!" You panted, your hand grabbing a tight hold on the man's shoulder. "I'm fine Jack-I just need a-"

"Cut the shit (Y/N), you're losing a lot of blood. We're getting the hell out of here whether you like it or not."

You responded with a small groan, your panting getting harder. You felt his grip on you tighten while he ran, the others not far behind, shooting at the attackers who wouldn't give up, shouting insults in a different language. You opened your eyes again, meeting the bright blue skies, absent of clouds with the hot, beating sun.

Your gaze traveled over to the black clad chest of your savior, seeing the splatters of blood through the dark fabric and his skin. If it was either your blood or his, you didn't know. The wound kept bleeding, the blade rising and falling with your breathing, making the pain grow much worse. Your vision began to blur, but you shook your head, trying to keep yourself awake. He noticed this while fixing his grip on you, making sure you didn't slip.

"Come on kid, stay with me here. We're almost there."

You looked up, your vision growing cloudy, as if you were just waking up and getting your eyes to get used to the surroundings.

The familiar sounds of blades chopping through air sounded heavenly, yet faint. The cool air began to brush against your hot skin, making you shiver.

"Krauser.." you whispered.

"Don't you dare kid."

"Krauser, I-"

"Don't. Say it."

He picked up the pace, finally reaching the area where the helicopter landed. The wind blew more furiously, blowing cold wind on your sensitive wound, causing whimpers in your throat. You heard the shouting of the other soldiers, recognizing a few as your new friends the first day you met them before leaving to the mission.