your main Bull ship, 18
“Vhenan!” The cry is more shriek than shout, and Bull feels a momsnt of confusion about it because his Kadan is scared, why is his Kadan…
…Oh, well. Huh.
That’s a lot of blood.
A few more of those sword blows must have hit him than he thought.
Part of him was expecting it, though, from the moment they walked into that room and the Viddasala asked him to help and he told her to fuck herself in the politest way he could. Paint a target on his back so they don’t go after the others.
Hands, small and delicate, gripping the sides of his face, moving him less-than forcefully to look into the blurred vision of Kalasin’s face. “Stay with me,” She says, too quickly, too high-pitched, “Bull don’t you dare do this to me, don’t you dare.”
He laughs. Chuckles, really, feels blood pool and bubble at the corner of his lip and ohhh, that’s not good. Blood in the lungs is never a good thing. “I’m fine,” He says to Kalasin, even as his limbs tremble, “Don’t worry, Kadan, I’m fine.”
“Bullshit,” she says, and there’s tears running down her cheeks.
Shit, it’s worse than he thought if she’s swearing.
“Just a flesh-wound” He counters, summoning a smile for her.
She presses her nose to his, the way she always does, eyes closed, breath shaky, “Don’t you dare leave me, The Iron Bull, don’t you dare.”
He wants to tell her that it’s good, stay angry, forget frightened. Anger always helps her more. Anger always drives her to her best.
“Leave you?” He asks, then snorts in derision, “Something like this isn’t gonna make me leave you, Kadan.”
She looks at him, and he meets her eyes, hazel with flecks of green swimming through them. She’s spotty all over, even her eyes, Bull thinks, then nearly laughs.
“I love you,” She says, softly, “You know that? I love you.”
“I’m gonna be fine,” Bull says, but his voice falters and fades more than he would like when he says it. He frowns and tries again, pushes against the world swimming black, “I’m gonna be…”