Guilty Pleasure || Murdoc x Reader (COMPLETED)

✶ Non Responsive ✶ Chapter 22

No...

N-no...

He's not dead...

He can't be.

You run out from under the table.

The shooter is still behind him.

No one is running to his aid because of the shooter.

You can't just watch him die like this...

The shooter slowly approaches him.

"P-please... I have a band... they're my family... and... I have to live for Y/N..." Murdoc says in pain.

The shooter chuckles.

"Trop tard." The shooter says with a thick French accent.

"Too late." You say to yourself.

There's only one way to get Murdoc out of this.

You charge at the shooter from behind, whacking him over the head with a dessert tray.

He falls to the ground whimpering out in pain.

You pick up the gun he's dropped.

"Shoot him." Says a voice.

You look the shooter in the eyes through his ski mask.

"Fuck you." You say.

Bang!

People finally begin to rush to Murdoc's aid.

He was shot right through the chest.

You push past everyone.

His hands are covering the wound. They're covered in blood.

You begin to cry.

"Murdz... you can't die." You whimper.

You can't.

Murdoc cracks a tiny smile.

"Y-Y/N... love... I'll be fine." He says with a shaky voice.

You can tell he's trying his very best to stay strong for you.

You smile as well and take one of his hands, placing your other hand over his wound.

You can hear sirens in the distance now...

Murdoc looks you in the eyes, his eyebrows relaxing. "You're so beautiful..."

That breaks your heart. They way he said that sounded like a goodbye.

"Over there!" Screams a paramedic from behind you.

"I'm so lucky I found you. I... back at the airport, I—" he coughs.

"I... I changed seats with that guy, just to sit with you. You looked so different from everyone else... I also noticed you were wearing a Guns 'n' Roses tee, and I love that band... I wanted to talk to you, love... stupid, isn't it?" He says.

"No Murdoc, that's not stupid at all. You kept me company that plane ride... I felt so happy. You made me feel that way." You reply.

Murdoc smiles.

"Good. Then I guess my work here is done."

"W-what?" You ask, your face beginning to dry.

"I made you happy."

You look down at his chest. "You did... but, that doesn't mean you can just leave me here all alone now!" You cry out.

The paramedics rush to Murdoc's aid, pushing you out of the way.

You fall on your back, trying to get back up.

A police officer holds you back.

You scream and kick but it's no use...

"We're losing him!" "Starting compressions!"

You can't even watch... you can't watch paramedics doing compressions on your boyfriend...

There's blood everywhere...

"He's non responsive!"

Everything turns into a blur for you.

Smack!

You fall to the ground.