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The sky was a mixture of orange and pink. It’d be a beautiful sunset to watch, if you weren’t in the middle of a fight, if you couldn’t feel your muscles strain and tire, if each swing didn’t make your stomach churn with pain.
You kept fighting, but time passed and you weren’t invincible. Your reactions began getting sluggish, something Miguel took quick notice of. He made sure to get the anomaly to focus on him so you could catch your breath every few blows. Still, time passed, and you could feel the blood starting to seep through your suit.
Your chest was warm, hot, and you could feel yourself sweating and staggering, falling to the ground of the rooftop.
You barely heard Miguel scream your name, finding your side.
You weren’t able to see his eyes, but you could still see the desperation behind them. Maybe the injury was a bit worse than you had assumed.
“I’m fine, Miguel.” You murmur, not able to hide the painful expressions, as he presses his hands on your abdomen.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Miguel stated.
But your eyes were heavy and your hands were cold.
“Just- please. Stay with me.” He pleaded. You could hear his throat closing, tears in his eyes. You had never seen Miguel like this. You never wanted to.
“Won’t.” you gasp. Oh, but how you needed to rest, how your body was heavy on the concrete, how you could feel Miguel doing something. Unsure as to what, and your head didn’t seem to want to lift to see what.
Still, you knew the bleeding hadn't stopped. Your back was soaked. It wouldn't be surprising if Miguel's knees and hands were too.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
He took his mask off, nose red and cheeks stained with tears. He had already lost so much, and all the time you had spent together, all the missions and late nights and eventually confessions and trust and smiles, and now? To lose all that again?
You didn’t want to think what would happen to him after this.
The man pleads your name, seeing you rest your eyes. “Don’t leave me, please.” He held your face close to his, almost like his strength was the only thing holding you here.
“I love you.” That’s all you can muster before seeing black, hearing Miguel sob. You couldn’t quite feel your hands anymore.
“Please, please-” he begged, unsure to what or who but his devotion had never been stronger.
You could hear a familiar sound on the background, however. A portal opening, a voice or another, and your body was lifted from the ground.