Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

"No, no, NO!" (Part 12)

I just had a lovely lunch and a coffee while I watched y'all suffer, it was delightful UwU

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Numb.

That was all Gavin felt.

He stared directly up at the precinct ceiling, lying flat on his back, unable to move, his vision going in and out of focus. His hand was damp from covering the bullet wound in his chest. Was this what dying felt like? It was more peaceful that Gavin had imagined...

A hand reached out and grabbed Gavin, dragging him behind cover. Gavin could just about focus on Conan's face that was now looking down at him with panic and fear. Conan had watched when the man had shot Gavin, and Conan had immediately shot him in return. This couldn't be happening... Gavin couldn't be dying, not because of him

"Gavin, stay with me! Please don't die!" Conan said desperately, holding him close. Gavin looked at him with dull, pained eyes, but a small smile managed to form on his face.

"I won't....leave... Conan.... I prom..ise..." he mumbled, his voice raspy. He could feel himself beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, but he had to stay awake, for Conan's sake.

"Why the fuck would you do that?! I'm replaceable! You're not!" Conan said with tears in his eyes. Gavin slightly shook his head, looking up at him, now with sadness.

"You're n-not... as replaceable... as you think..." He then felt himself be picked up in Conan's arms, moving away from the gunfire of the gangs. He had no idea what was happening now, but at least he knew he would be safe with Conan.

Dark spots began to invade his vision, his breathing was getting slower. He was so scared, he didn't want to die. He looked up at Conan's face with the last of his strength, mumbling out his last words.

"I love you...Conan...."

Then the world went dark.