kaidan blurs in and out of consciousness, but that thought is constant and certain.
she’s standing behind the AI as kaidan smashes into the shuttle, once, twice, she’s walking towards him and as he fades out he hears her voice. stay with us, LT.
he can barely think i’m not an LT anymore before he’s gone.
she holds his hand on the normandy, and he hears shepard’s voice low and concerned and liara’s voice higher and frantic and it’s too much for him, but she is there, and she squeezes his hand. stay with us, k, she tells him.
i told you not to call me k, he thinks, and he gets another squeeze.
and i told you i was stubborn.
warmth and peace wash over him and he drops into darkness again.
the medics are as gentle as they can be on the sprint from the normandy to huerta. but kaidan hurts everywhere, feels like he can’t breathe right, feels like his skull is splitting open and his eyes are bleeding and he wants it all to stop.
he wants to let go. it hurts too much.
don’t you dare. she’s keeping pace with the medics.
why are you here, he thinks.
i’ve always been here, LT. i always will be.
he feels her standing watch by his bed as a team of surgeons goes to work. he starts drifting off again, and she moves in close. he thinks he can feel her breath on his face.
now fight, she whispers in his ear.
and because he never could say no to her, his last conscious thought is i will, ash.