The canyon was strangely quiet. Doc was so used to hearing the loud noises of sniper rifles, tank fires, and the Warthog playing its strange music while running over people. Something had to be wrong. Last time it was this quiet was when Tex exploaded that ship.
“Get down!” a voice warned from somewhere behind him.
Doc froze, the voice was Donut’s, and the warning was for a gunshot. Now his boyfriend was lying on the ground in pain with blood seeping out of his lightish red suit.
“Donut!” Doc paniced as his knees gave out. Everything else blurred out into nothingness as he felt his world break around him. Doc crawled over to where Donut was lying before taking off his helmet and aiding Donut in taking off his. “That bullet wouldn’t have hurt me, you know that! O’malley has been managing to keep me alive, I wouldn’t have died!”
Donut coughed up a small amount of blood before responding to the purple suited man’s concerns. “I know, but I don’t care. Even though that stupid AI is keeping you to use you for his massacre, I’d still take a bullet for you.”
Doc did his best to hold back tears, “But you did take a bullet for me, and now you’re going to die when there’s no point. There was no reason for you to do that!”
Donut did his best to sit up, even though Doc told him to stay lying down. “Dufresne,” Donut began. Doc held his breath; Donut never called him by his name unless it was important. “You need to listen to me. It doesn’t matter if you’re more or less immortal or not, and it doesn’t matter how things might have been differently if you didn’t have that demonic AI possessing you. The point is I still would have done this for you. Because I-” Donut started coughing again, this time a larger amount of blood stained his hand. “I love you, Dufresne. And I’d do this again for you in a heartbeat.”
Doc couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. The pain of losing the man he loved was becoming to great. He could taste the salt tears as they dripped down his cheeks, past his mouth, and spilt onto the face of the man which was fading every second.
“Y-you can’t leave me. Please, Donut, don’t go. I don’t want to be here without you!” Doc’s words slowly became less and less comprehensible as the choking sobs of pain made themselves aparent.
Donut reached his hand up to touch the face of the crying man. “I’m sorry, but I have to. Don’t forget me, though. I love you.” Doc leant down and gave the fading man one last kiss before he breathed his last breath.
When he pulled away Donut’s eyes were closed and his chest had stopped heaving. Doc let out a cry of pain and sorrow. “Don’t go,” he repeated over and over, even though he knew that Donut was already gone.
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