Robin Hood Fanfic
the prequel to Grief
Title: Dying
Author: Sam
Fandom: Robin Hood
Genre: General
Rating: PG13
Characters: Much
Disclaimer: I don’t own Much (I wish I did)
Summary: Much dies alone
He felt the warm and sticky blood trickle down his neck, he had tried to clean himself with his jumper but the gash on his head was too deep he couldn‘t stop it. He knew he had to hold on just a little longer, his Master would come and save him soon.
He the pain of his broken leg made him feel sick, but he couldn’t let it stop him. He took a deep breathe and used his arms to drag his weak body across the cold cell to the wall. He panted and groaned in agony but didn’t stop moving until he reached the corner.
He sat with his back against the wall feeling to weak to try and stop the blood, which was now flowing from his head wound, the blood being the only thing keeping him warm in the cold cell.
He will come for me
He counted at the bars of the cell to keep himself occupied and his mind off the pain he was suffering and the darkness that was creeping up on him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
He will be here soon
He fought back the tears, he would not give the guards the satisfaction of seeing him cry, he took another deep breathe and imagined all the things he would say to his master when he showed up, “you took your time” or “decided to show up did you”, he knew Robin would smile and make a comment that would make him tut then smile.
What if he doesn’t come?
Would he leave him here? What if something has happened to him? He began to panic. He realised that the pain in his leg was subsiding, he knew what this meant.
I don’t want to die
He could no longer hold his head up, he knew even if he came now it would be no good, he knew he couldn’t be saved. Again he held back the tears, there was no point in crying, it wouldn’t change anything. He was dying.
He began to sing, so quietly it was almost a whisper, he sang until he was too weak. then he laid there on the cold stone floor. With the last piece of energy he had he imagined his Master’s face looking down at him, he smiled
“I knew you’d come”
Then he closed his eyes
Title: Dying
Author: Sam
Fandom: Robin Hood
Genre: General
Rating: PG13
Characters: Much
Disclaimer: I don’t own Much (I wish I did)
Summary: Much dies alone
He felt the warm and sticky blood trickle down his neck, he had tried to clean himself with his jumper but the gash on his head was too deep he couldn‘t stop it. He knew he had to hold on just a little longer, his Master would come and save him soon.
He the pain of his broken leg made him feel sick, but he couldn’t let it stop him. He took a deep breathe and used his arms to drag his weak body across the cold cell to the wall. He panted and groaned in agony but didn’t stop moving until he reached the corner.
He sat with his back against the wall feeling to weak to try and stop the blood, which was now flowing from his head wound, the blood being the only thing keeping him warm in the cold cell.
He will come for me
He counted at the bars of the cell to keep himself occupied and his mind off the pain he was suffering and the darkness that was creeping up on him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
He will be here soon
He fought back the tears, he would not give the guards the satisfaction of seeing him cry, he took another deep breathe and imagined all the things he would say to his master when he showed up, “you took your time” or “decided to show up did you”, he knew Robin would smile and make a comment that would make him tut then smile.
What if he doesn’t come?
Would he leave him here? What if something has happened to him? He began to panic. He realised that the pain in his leg was subsiding, he knew what this meant.
I don’t want to die
He could no longer hold his head up, he knew even if he came now it would be no good, he knew he couldn’t be saved. Again he held back the tears, there was no point in crying, it wouldn’t change anything. He was dying.
He began to sing, so quietly it was almost a whisper, he sang until he was too weak. then he laid there on the cold stone floor. With the last piece of energy he had he imagined his Master’s face looking down at him, he smiled
“I knew you’d come”
Then he closed his eyes