My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 25 | Farewell My Heart

Geralt POV

Geralt snorted and rose, finding that he had gotten pushed to sitting on the bed. "This can't wait," he grumbled, his movements tugging at the new literal hole in his chest. Gods he despised stab wounds. They didn't hurt him much so long as he was careful about blood loss (not that it was really a concern with something like this), but they stung and reminded him of their presence at every step.

He walked steadily over to the end table where he kept his medallion though, and opened it. Walking off injuries was something he had been taught to do well at. Midfight, one's opponent wouldn't just wait for one to heal. There was no time or energy to waste on reacting to pain.

Geralt reached his bloodied hand into the drawer and drew out his medallion, the chain hanging off of it. His ring was on his clean hand, his left. Geralt stared at the circle of metal for a long moment, soaking it and every memory it had attached to it in one last time. This wasn't his first medallion, and it sure as hell wouldn't be his last, but it held a lot of memories for them. And he wanted Julian to have them.

Geralt turned around abruptly and shoved the drawer shut. He crossed back over to Julian and held the medallion out to him. "Take it." For some reason, his voice was thick with something he couldn't explain.

Julian POV

Julian nearly growled as the man stood up and walked but as Geralt said, whatever it was couldn't wait apparently so he agreed in his mind to allow the man to do what he said he'd do. He gave a small huff and let the man walk over to where he needed to, he looked away from the man and out the window that had a split in between where the curtains met.

He gazed out of it, seeing the parking spaced from where he was, there were 3 people along with a black car downstairs. That must be- yep it was Baranger. He gave a small huff, he had not noted the time but they seemed to still be relaxed. He looked to Geralt as he focused on what the man was presenting to him. He took it from Geralt, noticing the man's voice had gone strange.

"Geralt.. This is what all of your brothers wear isn't it? I can't take your one." he said as he let his fingertips brush against it before he took it into his hand, it covering Julians hand in blood now as well, tears starting to well up in his eyes slightly but he repressed them, knowing better than to allow tears to come out right now. He gave a small swallow as he looked to it and curled his fingers around it then looked up to Geralt.

"Are you sure honey?" he asked with his brows slightly furrowed towards the man as he locked eyes with those eyes. Certainly honey as he just said.

Geralt POV

"I lost my claim to it in Blaviken," Geralt said matter-of-factly. "It now belongs to you." He meant it. Every word. The medallion looked both strange and perfect in Julian's hand. He was sure. More than that, he knew.

He could get another medallion. Julian deserved a keepsake that would last him. It meant a great deal more to Geralt than merely as a trinket, though. It was his heart, in a sense. Their medallions were precious to the bodyguards, and Geralt was willingly giving his away to the man he-

To the man he loved.

Softly smiling, Geralt used the hand that bore Julian's ring to curl the man's fingers closed around his medallion. "Keep it," he whispered, then leaned in and gently kissed the man. He could hear the blood dripping onto the carpet, which wasn't promising, but at this point Geralt was beyond caring.

He let go of Julian after another minute, and stepped back. He wiped his bloodied hand on his trousers and walked out into the main room, where Ciri was waiting with their First Aid kit. The first thing that he noticed was how thoroughly unimpressed she looked. She must have gotten it from Yennefer.