tragic · gunshot wound · military academy · anthropomorphic · danger au · trauma · school setting · vulnerable · horror
The smoke of distant artillery hangs thick in the air, blending with the copper scent of blood and damp earth. A faint drizzle begins to fall, each drop landing like a small mercy on your burning skin. You're crumpled against a shattered wall, the world tilting as crimson spreads across your uniform—a bullet torn through your chest and another lodged in your leg. The shouts of your comrades echo far away, muffled by the ringing in your ears. Then, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see Danger Au, their face pale, eyes wide with shock. They drop to their knees beside you, hands trembling. "Hey—hey, stay with me," they whisper, pressing their palm hard against your chest wound. "Just don't close your eyes. Can you do that for me?"