Sanders Sides One-Shots

Pressure

Warnings: Blood, battles, near-death experience, talking about dying, description of injuries, and open ending

Ship: Platonic Logince

Logan gasped and grabbed at his side in a panic, falling to his knees as his vision began to grow hazy. His opponent above him raised his sword, just about to bring down the final blow when he was knocked to the side by a blur of red and white. Logan panted heavily, the pain from the deep wound in his side only growing increasingly worse. He faintly heard someone call his name and looked up, dazed. The faint outline of a face appeared. It looked familiar, but with his missing glasses and the horrible pain in his side, Logan couldn't tell. The sounds of the battle continued to ring around in his head, the screams and clashes of steel against steel grating down his spine.

"Logan, your majesty, where are you hurt?" Roman said earnestly, casting his shield aside to kneel before his king. All that greeted him was a pale, dazed expression.

"...Is that you, Roman?" Logan asked, his voice slurring slightly as he smiled. Roman took a breath of relief.

"Yes my king, it's Roman. Here, I'm going to patch your wound and get you to a medic," Roman explained, quickly pulling out a wad of cloth and pressing it against Logan's side before placing the King's bloody hand over it.

"What's that-"

"Just keep pressure on it. That'll stop the bleeding," Roman said, searching through his bag for something that could secure the makeshift bandaging. Logan did as his faithful knight told him and laid down, staring up at the clear, blue sky.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Logan said softly, a few pained tears escaping. Roman nodded.

"And you're going to see it become a beautiful night," he insisted, finding more cloth to tie down the bandage. Logan chuckled and shook his head slightly.

"You a-always were an optimist," he wheezed, breathing becoming harder as the pain spread and began to crush his lungs. "It really is a beautiful day. I would be happy to die on a day like this..."

"Stop such talk! You're going to be fine!" Roman snapped, accidentally tying the bandage more than necessary and making the other man groan. He muttered an apology before picking Logan up, rushing through the ongoing battle and trying to get back to camp. Logan rested his head against Roman's chest. He felt tired...so tired.

"Almost there your majesty!" Roman yelled above all the noise.

"Good, Good," Logan murmured. He could feel his body growing weaker and he no longer wanted to fight against the dropping of his eyelids. He buried his face in Roman's shirt, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat and firewood before his eyes finally shut, the blurry world around him going black.