Red Queen One-Shots

Shot 2

A continuation of Shot.
Hope you'll enjoy!

Mare died.

Sorry, she did die. Cal found her body, nice funeral, angst, angst, angst.

Okay but really:
Cal's pov:

The transport bumps, driving through the object with a repelling splash. Seeing the area, I avoid looking at the wheels.

The field is scattered with corpses throughout the churned grass. But the soldiers don't matter. Still, the scent of blood and ash fills the air, making it almost unbearable to breathe through the nose.

I glance back at the transport, making sure the medical aid kit is ready. I kick myself for not bringing a healer with me. With the only people in the field lying down, probably dead, the equipment might not be enough.

I accidentally step in a puddle, mud filled with darkening silver blood. It isn't the only one. Mare has been ruthless. Now it's about finding the red puddle.

I pull my boot out, shaking it to get rid of the disgusting mixture.

Please don't be dead, I plead, wishing Mare somehow hears me. Just survive this, please.

I keep walking, my despair growing as I can't seem to find her body. I turn to face the dusk. I wouldn't be able to find Mare in the dark.

I still debate with myself whether I should go back or not, when I spot Mare's small body, lying farther into the horizon.

I sprint, reaching Mare in seconds. Kneeling next to her, I cup her face with one hand, lifting it, and check her pulse with the other.

Sighing with relief, I take a few more moments to watch her chest gently rise and fall.

Her shirt is soaked with dried blood, drops of brown and red splattered on her face. Under it, she's pale, her lips bloodless. Her brown hair sticks to her face, the gray ends barely noticeable beneath the dirt.

I pick her up carefully, doing my best to avoid staring at her bullet wound. Had it been a few inches to the left, it would have hurt vital organs, and Mare could've bled out. She might've been-

"Damn it!" I curse, nearly slipping in a puddle of muck, again. Mare's head rolls to the side, leaning against my chest.

Finally, we reach the car, and supplies. I lay her down on the back seat, reaching for the medical aid kit.

As I bandage the wound, having already took the bullet out, Mare's eyes starts to flutter.

Sorry for it being so short. But anyway, is there anything you'd like me to write? Prompts are always open, even if it takes time😅