//Oof happy ending...?
Edit: ...I also still like this.

He could almost feel each drop of blood slip out from the wound. He could feel his heart pump blood in his body, knowing that some of it would stain a torn shirt.

He knew he could die now. He knew he could live too.

He could choose. He didn't understand how but he could.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

His mind started thinking about what would happen if he died.

Would someone get revenge? Maybe, I am the best sniper...

Would he be buried with the rest of his family? No, no, they wouldn't care. Nor want me there.

What would Severin do without him? Not worry as much...

Pain shot through his body, but he was able to ignore it.

He closed his eyes, the hospital lights bugging him.

He felt movement stop on whatever he was on. People were talking, he couldn't understand them.

Slow heart beat. Slow breathing.

He kept his eyes shut. He wished he wore a suit now, or something nice.

Slow heart beat. Slow breathing.

It didn't matter how skilled he was, this would've happened sooner or later.

"Wake up, you moron...!"

A voice. A voice that make his heart speed up, and flutter like a damn butterfly.

Time passed. He didn't.

He woke up, looking around for the familiar voice.

He looked over and saw him, asleep in a chair next to his bed.

"Boss..."