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“You made Lemon bleed.. and Lemon never bleeds.”
Tangerine's expression showed that he was not just going to let the girl walk away. The diesel train sticker stuck to the barrel of his gun while pointed at her. Yet, the girls face suddenly contorted into fear as she gazed beyond him, “Oh, my god! Mister please help me!” she cried out, and lone behold, Ladybug, rushing towards him with quickness.
“Ladybug-” he gasps out before the blonde is grabbing the barrel of the gun and aiming upward. But Tangerine is stubborn and tries to pull his gun from the greedy man's grasp. The Prince is squealing on about how she needs assistance - and him and Ladybug are wrestling over the gun. “Fuck!-” he gritted, pushing the gun to his left as Ladybug has pushed him back against a seat.
The blonde is grasping at his arms and it bothers him, resulting in Tangerine recoiling them and pulling the gun to his chest. The brunette tried to say more words but Ladybug kept elbowing and batting his arms. He really didn't want it to be taken, this girl needed to pay. For Lemon.
Everything was loud and the lights were annoying. Making him even more frustrated, “What the fuck are you doing, you bellend!?” Ladybug gripped the barrel of the gun and twisted it upward, right at Tangerines face. He tried to lean back and avoid it, but the bugger is crowding and leaning on him. God, why couldn't he back the fuck off?! “Hey!-” he tried to warn before a loud noise sounded and everything went quiet.
But his eyes blow open and he's aware of a pain in his neck - pushing his hand to touch it and stumbling to the side. He caught himself on the wall, his legs slowly giving out beneath his weight. Tangerine gasped silently and looked at his hands, his slender fingers coated with a thick liquid. It's red.
And he slapped his palm where he knew he was bleeding from, the pain in his neck. But the brunette couldn't stop the liquid that crawled it's way up his throat and spilled past his pursed lips.
”oohhh- ...” Ladybug sounded with a rasp.
His breathes quickened and he knew he wasn't supposed to panic but he couldn't help it. The pain was overbearing, and his eyes squeezed shut - he didn't want to think of the burning in his throat. The prominent taste of metal on his tongue. A squirting noise removed him from his meditating moment and he looked over - a gurgling noise escaping him as he saw his own blood painting the walls of the damn train.
“ough!” he gasped as his blood splashed at him, getting on his face and more collecting on his tongue and lips.
But his mind goes silent and he thinks of Ladybug, shit, the arse. His sights blur as he focused on the figure of the blonde - sitting nearest with the damn girl behind him. With the last bit of his physical strength, he raised a hand and made an effort to point weakly at the fucking Dora look-alike. “Diese- !” he gurgled, his own blood flooding and making it's way up his throat. “What?” he can hear Ladybug questioning raspily.
Prick.
“Diesel!”
The blood fell over his bottom lip and jutted out with each time he made an attempt at talking. And his crimson sprayed at the wall - assaulting it with such happiness that it was escaping him.
It hurt so much, the searing pain in his throat and the thought of dying without Lemon to comfort him. It was one of his greatest fears, dying alone. With nobody that he cared for, but perhaps this wasn't the situation. Ladybug was here. But then again, he was an ass. Tears prick at Tangerines eyes and he gasped. “You - fackin’ bellend!” he choked out, the liquid spraying had slicked back the wall behind him and his struggling made him fall to the side. His hand fell free from the wound and he was so impossibly tired.
Tangerine looked away from Ladybug, he couldn't even praise the man's look anymore. His gaze was blurry and he let his eyelids fall to cover his blown pupils.
He went limp and his mouth fell open, the blood pouring freely onto the newly cleaned floor he just slipped onto.