won't stop to surrender
he wakes up on the ground
his vision is blurry, he can't make out much
a figure leans into his line of vision
“it seems to be in pain. a lot of pain”
a second figure, out of sight, murmurs in agreement
“should we put it out of its misery?”
he panics
louis
where is louis?
he shakes his head, trying to convey that he
he, not it
that he is okay
the second figure crouches down, studying his face
louis?
louis' blue eyes stare into his own
“yeah, it seems to be suffering”
he shakes his head again, frenzied
“shhh, it's okay. this'll only hurt a little”
the sky is gray
the trees are gray?
where is the color?
he stares
the only color is the blue of louis' eyes, staring sympathetically at him
he fixes his green eyes on louis' face
drinking him in greedily
there is a slight prick on his arm
all he sees is the expressive blue of louis' eyes
his arms, his body seems heavy
breathing is hard
“shhhh, it's okay”
“it's okay”
“no
it's not”
shocked blue eyes
gone