A/N: I didn’t want to post a summary mostly because I suck
at summaries lol. Also I am so sorry for this. Song is originally called “Goodbye
Until Tomorrow/I Could Never Rescue You” from the musical The Last Five Years.
Prompt: Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.
A/N: Much love to seargentbutternipples for babysitting me back when I started writing this fic a few weeks ago. Sorry it took so long to finish bb <3
With an audible groan, Tyler dropped to the ground behind a nearby crate, hissing as a sharp pain shot through his abdomen as he agitated his bullet wounds. He slowly sat up against the crate, careful not to hurt himself any further, hand pressed against his injuries in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. He took slow deep breaths as if that would somehow lessen the pain or prolong his dwindling life, but he knew his efforts were useless.
There was no surviving this. Tyler knew next to nothing about first aid, but knew there was not a thing he could do to save himself. He could try his best to stop or even slow down the bleeding long enough for the rest of the guys to come and find him, but even if they did manage to get to him on time, there wasn’t anything they could do. Three bullets were lodged somewhere in his stomach and knowing his luck, at least one had probably clipped a vital organ, and there wasn’t a single member of their gang that was qualified enough to safely remove them. They could maybe manage one bullet wound, but definitely not three.
He was fucked. He was well and truly fucked, and there was nothing he could do about it. The Grim Reaper was coming for him, and all he could do was sit back and wait.
Arthur visits Merlin every single day for the whole month, always staying by his lover’s side everytime it is possible. No one knows if Merlin ever wakes up and Arthur knows, he just knows he is the only one to blame. He regrets his actions, it haunts him every day and night, he doesn’t remember when was the last time he slept properly since the accident had happend - and when he finally falls asleep, he wakes up horrified, dreaming about the car crush over and over again. One day, when he sits by Merlin’s side (as usual), silently praying for his recovery, he sees Merlin’s eyes flackering. He isn’t sure if he hallucinates or not at first, but then Merlin’s eyes start to open. And Arthur can not even describe what this means to him. He wants to both cry and smile, but then the guilt creeps in. He doesn’t know what to say. The doctor comes in, takes off the raspirator and checks Merlin’s vital signs. He smiles briefly while assuring both men Merlin is strong and he will be alright. When he leaves, there is a silence between Arthur and Merlin. And finally, Arthur speaks up, apologizing for everything that happened, accepting his guilt out loud. Saying he understands if Merlin doesn’t want to see him ever again. Basically, he spills everything what has been on his mind for the whole time and lets it go. Merlin doesn’t interupt Arthur’s speach, he just holds his hand and squeezes it reassuringly. He had forgiven him long ago.
Although you seem to stop aging a long time ago, I’m happy that you still grow (mentally) into a finer and finer man. Please keep on being awesome, passionate, caring, funny, dorky, and inspiring next year and next year and next n years too. Your forever supporter ( ˘ ³˘)♥.