Lord give me strength

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Tw: death

"Looks like I had the upper hand today" DC grins, walking over. 

When he reaches where Florida is sitting, he holds his hand out to help the other up. Florida glances over at the hand, then looks up to DC with tears in his eyes. 

"You did." He gives a watery smile, moving to lean back on his elbows, "You won."

"What?" Florida can hear the panic in his tone, "you can't die like this- you have to get up, the police will be here soon. You have to get ready for tomorrow-"

"No-" He winces, moving to hold his wound with one hand and leaning on the other, "I can't- can't get up." 

"You have to-" He's getting desperate now, eyes filling with tears. 

He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He isn't going to make it, they both know it. 

"I'm sorry."