TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM)
I whispered, then louder, more desperate, “ stay the fuck with me , Viktor, please—please don’t die on me—this wasn’t supposed to happen—I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being an asshole earlier, I’m so fucking sorry—”
He gritted his teeth, nodded weakly, breath coming in shallow pants.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Just hold on, okay?”
Zenya crouched down beside me, his hand moving toward my shoulder, maybe to comfort me, maybe to help.
“Don’t,” I snapped, eyes wild, heart cracked straight down the center. “ Don’t touch me . Stay the fuck away from me.”
His hand froze mid-air. His mouth parted. But no words came out.