idk why buy rylliam war!au is something ive just. always loved???? idk man. also not so much infection??? but i tried. tw: death

"Fall back! Fall back!"

Ryan's eyes are wide, rushing through open gunfire, his ears are ringing, and everything is loud, too much. He is terrified, and the only thing on his mind is William. Where is Will? Is he okay? What trouble is he in? Has he been shot? Has he died? Has he fallen back already? Or is he still out in the middle of gunfire?

Ryan is searching everywhere, everyone is blending into the camo green, though, and he isn't sure who is who. He knows William is near, though. He has to be. 

"Ryan!"

He hears it faint, hears a cry, a sob of anguish, almost weak. Ryan panics, looks around, anywhere, everywhere. Then he hears it again from his left. It's Will. He sprints.

He sprints past the gunfire, past the explosion that comes from his right, and dives down into the trench where he sees him leaning against the dirt wall, hugging his stomach, and coughing, hard. 

"Will!" Ryan cries out, kneeling down, "Will, are you okay? What happ..." He trails off, staring at the two separate bulletholes in Will's stomach. One closer to his ribs, the other just above his bellybutton. As well as those two, there's the old wound from a few days ago, it looks bad. Infected. Ryan is shaking, hard. He covers his mouth.

"Medic! We need a medic!" He screams, "WE NEED A MEDIC!"

"Hey,  they're gonna-" Will coughs, hard, and blood spills to the ground, he wipes his lips, "They'll hear us. We're sitting ducks."

"Why weren't you wearing your vest, Will? Why the fuck weren't you wearing your vest?" Ryan cries, pulling off Will's jacket to show the blood soaking through not only the jacket, but also trailing down to his pants. He's bleeding out. Fast.

"It..." Will's eyes leave Ryan's, "I don't know..."

"Will, stay with me." Ryan whispers, "Stay /with/ me."

Will looks at Ryan again, eyes half lidded. Ryan pulls off the shirt under his jacket and presses it gently to the wound. Will winces as he presses forward and kisses Ryan's cheek, "I'm not... They're not gonna make it... They're really busy, there's..."

Will trails off, eyes growing heavier, "It hurts, Ryan..."

"I know it does, it's going to be okay, we need to get you out of here." Ryan is crying, afraid for him, afraid for what's happening. Afraid for everything that's going wrong, "We need to get you out of here /now./"

Will grumbles, shaking his head slightly, "It's fine... kiss me?"

Ryan shakes his head, "No, Will, we need to /go/!"

"Please, before I go?" Will whispers, unable to put more energy into it. Ryan is shaking hard, terrified, everything is going wrong.

"You're not gonna go, Will," Ryan is full on crying now, stopping. He knows, deep down, it's useless. Even if a medic did come, there's nothing they can do fast enough. Will needs help now. And Ryan is losing hope.

"I need to go, I can't..." Will shudders, his head falling back, "I love you... Please?"

Ryan swallows back a sob, and complies, "I love you, too," then kisses Will. He barely kisses back.

Will goes limp when Ryan pulls back. Ryan screams.