France x Reader: Time of Dying

"You selfish little man-hoe! How dare you call my friend that?!" You snarled at the blonde teen-age boy, growling heard deep in your throat in deep, threatening waves like a feral animal. You see, Francis Bonnifoy - your boyfriend, or, as your friends Neko and Weirdo liked to call him, Mr. STDs - had insulted Neko into breaking down during Math and bawling her dark brown eyes out, and Weirdo was comforting her while you ran after the jerk who called Neko ugly. Neko had VERY low self confedince. Weirdo was gonna kill Fracey-pants if you didn't right now. You ran after the handsome cassanova, cursing harshly under your breath and your (h/c) hair whipping around your face. You stumbled around the corner of the hall, and - crashedlanded onto the blonde, both of you sprawling onto the linolium.

"What the-" You looked up at what made him stop. . .right into a gun's barrel. Your heart froze.

"Hello, love." The man grunted, throwing you off of Francis and pinning him onto a locker, you hitting your head on the wall, and, with a seeming crack on your head, you flopped onto the floor. It took all your willpower not to faint, right there and then, when you saw Francis. He had a gun to his head.

"F. .fr-francis!" You cried, binging yourself onto your knees. You blanched at the splitting pain in your skull, but you didn't feel it yet, your (e/c) eyes glued on Francis. The man who had a gun to his temple was laughing at him. Then you saw hope, as the earth settled in your veiw.

"Well, can't enjoy the kill from this angle, can I?" The man let go on Francis, stepping a couple of feet back. "Ah. Perfect. Say good-bye to your girlfriend." Your boyfriend looked at you, his bright blue eyes filling with shiney tears. His bottom lip trembled as he took in your broken appearance and the blood running down your forehead, on your knees in helplessness.

"Goodbye, I love you."

BANG!

You fell to your knees again, breaths coming out in strangled gasps. In your chest was 2 bullets.

You had jumped in front of Francis.

You had saved his life.

But. You had all but given up your own.

You gasped in more air in vain, glaring at the man, who was now unconcious from Francis barreling him over to get to you, and fell on your shoulder, wincing and yelping in the pain. Ah, wait, make that one in your chest- thankfully, not near a major artery - and one in your shoulder. Crap. Francis kneeled down next to you, his hands hovering over your mangled and bloody body, as if he was afraid to hurt you even more. Tears flooded out of those eyes. "Je l'ai fait. . _______, Mon amour, je suis tellement désolé. . ." He sobbed, bringing your head onto his lap, for once not caring about his clothes.

"G-go. . " His eyes widened as he heard your voice, barely a whisper. You were worried that he's take that the wrong way, but, her got up with a deturmined look in his beautiful eyes. He nodded shakily, and sprinted as fast as he could down the hall, to the office. Your breath got shallower, your eyesight fading away. . .

'No! I will not die! I'll wait here for you!' You screamed in your head, eyes snapping back open, and, you were in a hosbitle bed. . .

What?

"Oh my God! ______!!" Weirdo, with her flowing brown hair in a floppy bun and red eyes, ran in when she heard the heart rate come back up. Neko follwed after, her short brown hair framing her round face and her own bloodshot brown eyes filling up behind her glasses. They squealed and did happy dances, hugging eachother and crying in happiness. They thought you were dead untill the moniter started up again.

You coulden't move. They ran to get docters as you started weasing, tears of pure strain falling from your eyes. Everything got fuzzy, and your breathing slowwed into a dangerous rate.

You could see your whole life flying past your life. When you were teased as a child, meeting Neko in a library and Weirdo crying from  a bad break up, meeting the love of your life, Francis, and dating him, his hurtful words to Neko, the gun, the cruel glint in the man's eyes. . . Was it all to much? Or just not enough? Was this a dream? If so, wake up! Please, wake up. . !

'No! I must keep breathing! I will see him again!' Your tears became sad, desperate ones, your eyes opening once more in a more deturmined way. "I won't die! I feel alive when he's beside me. . " You croaked, sitting up, but the docters pushed you back down roughly, running as fast as they could to the ER.

"No! Francis. .!" You called weakly. "Francis!"

You felt a hand on yours. . . "Don't worry, you'll be fine. . I love you." You looked at him, (e/c) eyes meeting teary blue. You felt alive.

"I love you too. Don't leave me, I need you. . ." You smiled weakly as he stuggled to keep up with the doctors. "Go, tell Neko you're sorry or feel my full wrath when I get out!" You winked.

He blinked, releived tears falling down his stubbled chin. He knew you'd be all right.