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Stay Alive (Angst)

A gunshot rang out in the forest clearing, and blood splattered on the ground.

Sven Svensson fell to his knees, his pistol falling out of his already numb fingers. Blood dripped down his chin as he weakly groped at his side, trying feelby to stop the blood pouring out of his side.

The government soldier lowered the point of his gun, then turned and walked away, not glancing back.

The blood loss reached his head, and Sven collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

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Burt hated the sounds of a hospital. The suffocating silence, the anxiety of watching a patient, even if you know the outcome.

Especially when you know the outcome, Burt amended, glancing at Sven's pale, pain-ridden form. They'd given him painkillers, but even the medicine could only do so much.

"Where is my son?" Burt turned to see Right standing in the doorway.

"Ch-chief!" Burt said. "Come in, they brought him in a half an hour ago. He lost a lot of blood-"

"Is he alive?" Right asked, moving past the Head of Communications.

Burt put a hand on Right's shoulder, making his superior pause. "Yes, but you have to understand." He glanced down sadly. "The bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in."

"Can I see him, please?" Right's voice rose in distress.

"We're doing everything we can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived." Burt nodded and released Right.

Right moved quickly to Sven's side. He couldn't hug the younger Toppat, in fear of hurting him more, so the second in command took Sven's hand. Tears dripped onto the bedsheet as Right gently stroked his son's hair.

"D-did you miss me... dad?" Sven grinned weakly, then was wracked with a fit of coughing. Blood splattered onto the blanket.

"Sven!" Right said, mildly surprised that Sven was awake.

"I did... exactly as you said, pa," Sven managed, more blood coming up. "I held my head up high."

"I know, I know, shh," Right said soothingly. "I know, I know, shh. I know, you did everything just right."

"Even before he got to ten, I was aiming for the sky," Sven coughed weakly. "I was... aiming for the sky," He repeated.

Shooting at the sky was a universal sign of surrender. When he'd gone on this mission, Sven had been instructed to surrender if any government workers found him. Better in prison than dead, they'd said.

At least you could come back from prison.

"I know, I know," Right said, gently pushing Sven down as the younger Toppat tried to sit up. "I know, save your strength and stay alive."

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"Is he breathing, is he going to survive this?" Reginald asked once he'd made it to the hospital room. He looked at Right. "Who did this, Right, did you know?"

Painfully, Sven reached up and touched Reg's cheek. "Mum... I'm so sorry... for forgetting... what you taught me."

"My son!" Reg took Sven's hand in both of his.

"We played piano..."

"I taught you piano," Reg agreed, crying.

"You would... put your hands on mine," Sven said with a smile. His piercing blue eyes started clouding over, seeing nothing.

Both his dads were here, and he could say goodbye.

That was enough.

"You changed the melody every time," Reg's voice was choked with tears.

"I would always change the line," Sven said.

"I know, I know."

"I would always change the line," Sven repeated, his voice barely a whisper. His strength was fading, and everyone could see it.

"I know, I know." Reg gently squeezed his son's hand reassuringly. "Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf."

Sven smiled vacantly. "Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf," He echoed.

Sven had always been interested in other languages. He and Reg would spend hours every day practicing French together.

"Good. Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf." Reg squeezed Sven's hand again gently, but this time his son wasn't able to feel it.

"Sept huit neuf." Reg's voice choked up, and he turned and buried his face into Right's chest. "Sept huit-"

Sven's response died on his lips, and a mournful silence filled the hospital room.

Haha, more angst. I hope that you guys liked it!

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