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FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

He was, for all that his body had failed entirely, still conscious. He could feel Noct catch him and lay him down on the Regalia’s backseat, the action awkward due to having to climb in with him to get him in all the way. His hearing wasn’t all that great, but he could pick out Noct calling his name, and Prompto somewhere near his feet, which were dangling out of the open car door. Gladio was also there, demanding Noct tell him what the fuck was wrong and Noct yelling back something indistinguishable over his shoulder.

His eyesight was worse than his hearing; he could see Noct’s face, just about, but other than that there was only an odd no-input blackness. It should be worrying, Ignis knew, but he found himself pleasantly calm about it all. Even the pain had faded.

Then it all came back, each absent sense, pain and fear, poured into him like wine into a glass. Noct’s face was far too close to his own, and he pushed him back, but as Noct shuffled out of the way his knee caught Ignis’ side, right on top of the wound.

Ignis wouldn’t say he screamed, per se, but Noct jerked back then warped right out of the Regalia at the sound, and the split second of his face that Ignis saw was utterly stricken. Ignis’ shut his eyes and muffled himself with his wrist pressed hard across his mouth.

‘What did you do?’ Prompto, still by his feet, had a hysterical edge in his voice Ignis had only ever heard in battle before.

‘I don’t know!’ Noct said, and even above everything the distress in his voice made Ignis want to tell him it was fine, put a hand on his shoulder and draw him out of his horror with calm reassurance. ‘He just fainted, when he came to he started twisting and then that–’

‘Iggy!’ The door by his head opened and Gladio’s voice was really far too loud. ‘Where’re you hurt?’

It wasn’t so much a question as a command. Ignis forced his hand away from his face. ‘My side,’ he said, gritting the words out. He needed more air; he felt like he was suffocating. ‘From yesterday.’

Working gently but quickly Gladio started to unbutton Ignis’ shirt, and Ignis wanted to bat him away but knew it wouldn’t be worth it. The air was cold on his stomach and sides, and his shirt had to be peeled off of his skin.

Gladio swore, extensively.

‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Noct said. His voice shook. ‘The potion – why give it to me when you’re–’

‘It wasn’t bad until this morning,’ Ignis said, and panted for breath, winded by just a few words. His heart stuttered, skipping a beat, and fear gripped him. What if it just stopped and never started again?

‘Come on.’ Gladio turned and left. ‘Let’s move the rocks and get to Hammerhead. He’s not gonna get better with us standing round staring.’

Prompto ran after him almost immediately. Noctis lingered, until Ignis managed to open his eyes and smile. ‘I’ll be fine, Highness,’ he said. He could feel blood sliding down his throat. His head was pounding, heart trembling within his ribs. ‘But the sooner we get to Hammerhead–’ He couldn’t finish, too winded, forced to stop just to breathe. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again Noct was gone.

If he concentrated, he could hear them moving the rocks – mostly Gladio giving orders and shouting from the effort. He hoped they didn’t hurt themselves. Distantly, he hoped they would be able to move them fast enough, and they wouldn’t return to the Regalia only to find him already dead, or alive but only to die on the road as they turned around to find another source of curatives.

He didn’t want to die, now, not like this. Didn’t want to leave Noct when Noct still had so far to go.

The sound of his heart in his ears really was too much. He was light-headed, still, and probably not thinking very clearly. He was terrified. His heart skipped a beat, stumbling; he willed it to keep going. Just a bit more. Not much further now.

How long were they going to take? It felt like it had been hours already. Ignis swallowed and choked on his own saliva, coughing and unable to stop despite the agony of it. He could hear them: Gladio telling Prompto to back off, he was just in the way; go clear some of the rubble. The sound of rock grinding against rock. A bang and a crash.

The opening of the Regalia’s doors, the dip as Gladio got into the driver’s seat. ‘Prompto,’ he said, as he started up the engine. ‘Call Cindy and tell her to have a potion and antidote waiting for us when we arrive.’

‘Y-yes.’ Prompto got shotgun, which left–

‘Should I sit with Prompto?’

‘Sit by Iggy’s feet. He might need someone to steady him,’ Gladio said. ‘And hurry the fuck up, already!’

‘Noct,’ Ignis said, as loud as he could. He reached up and fumbled with the door handle by his head, managing to unlock it but too weak and at the wrong angle to push it open. ‘Here.’

It hurt, Noct sliding him up so that he could sit down, back to the door and Ignis between his legs, head pillowed on one thigh. But Noct was warm against his back, and he held Ignis’ hands in his own, tucked up under Ignis’ chin.

Gladio didn’t often drive. He had his licence, of course, but as much as he mocked Prompto’s driving, he wasn’t all that good at it himself. The Regalia bounced as it went over a pothole, breaking through a corner at entirely the wrong time, and Ignis was glad he had Noct with him if only to stop him sliding off the seats entirely. He had to be gripping Noct’s hands hard enough to hurt, but Noct didn’t pull away, just held him tighter. He didn’t want to die on Noct’s lap, if he had to somewhere, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to push him away now.

Ignis didn’t think Noct would allow it either way.

‘Gladio? … Gladio.’ Noct shifted behind Ignis.

‘What?’

‘He’s bleeding. From his mouth and nose.’

The sound of Prompto turning in his seat, and a touch on Ignis’ thigh. ‘C’mon, Iggy,’ he said, voice cracking. ‘You can’t die on us now. That’ll make me the cook, and you know how much I hate cooking. Noct will never eat anything healthy again.’

‘Sit back down,’ Gladio snapped. ‘And Noct, tilt his head so the blood comes out, or it’ll go straight down his throat.’

He could protest and say that that’s what he’d been doing all day, but he doubted it’d be worth it, so he let Noct shuffle him so that he was lying on his side, head tilted down into the car seat. It was a good thing Gladio had put down the rain cover, he thought, as blood bubbled out of his nose. His chest felt tight, enough to be painful, and painful enough to be noticeable over the pain of his wound.

They drove for a little while longer before Ignis realised that it wasn’t that his eyes were closed, he just couldn’t see much any more. His breathing had turned shallow and rapid. Noct was shifting him, lifting his head a little to prop on his leg instead of the car seat. He’d taken off Ignis’ spectacles at some point, and periodically wiped at his face with a damp cloth.

Ignis wished he could sit up. This was – well, he’d never disliked lying in Noct’s lap, but he was fairly confident he was dying. Noct knew he was dying, and had gathered him up on his lap to try and ease his last painful hour or so. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t like being on Noct’s lap, he just wished he wasn’t dying there.

It also hurt. He hadn’t been under any illusions about how he was likely to die, or at least how easily, but…

Frustrated tears prickled in his eyes. He thought Noct might be saying something, but beyond the hum of the Regalia’s engine and the pounding of blood in his ears, he couldn’t hear anything. Only last night he’d been so confident. If he’d told them all about his wound in the first place, would he be here, curled in Noct’s lap, slowly bleeding out, organs failing? They wouldn’t have stopped for the ashenhorns if they’d known he’d been poisoned. Would that have made all the difference, or none at all? How much were they going to blame themselves, afterwards, Ignis wondered. Both Noct and Gladio had seen something wrong enough to try and raise the point with him, and Prompto surely would have noticed too, even if he hadn’t said anything.

And all he’d been trying to do was avoid making Noct feel any more guilty than he already did.

The Regalia bumped and swerved, and Ignis tried to muffle his cry of pain but didn't succeed.

Struck down by an unknown enemy in an easy fight. Die the next day in his prince’s arms, because of his inability to keep track of their antidotes stock. How shameful. At least he would not have to suffer through the awkward conversations concerning his untimely demise. Ignis was not an egotistical man, but he rather hoped the three of them would put their heads together and decide on a story a touch less embarrassing than the truth, when it came to informing everyone else about this.

At least it will be a lesson in being prepared, Ignis thought, aware that he was not entirely coherent but unable to either do anything about it or even care all that much. Will Noct ever be caught without a full complement of curatives, after this?

Will Gladio and Prompto be enough to support him, until the very end?

‘I’m sorry.’ Ignis didn’t realise he’d said it aloud until Noct was pulling him in tighter. ‘I should have been more careful. I’m sorry.’

It sounded odd, his own voice, barely more than a ragged whisper. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Noct was saying back, but that was all right, because he couldn’t hear him anyway.

I wanted to stay with you, Ignis meant to say but couldn’t quite manage it. I wanted to help you, not be another burden on your shoulders. Noct, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.

He gripped Noct’s hands, as if he could cling on to him that way. Everything was draining away again, and this time, only a few moments after he felt his hands become limp and lose their grip on Noct’s, he lost consciousness.

Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

OP

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It's all so beautifully painful to read. Iggy's slow realisation that he might/could/will die is so well done and I love the interactions again - especially with Noct and the way Gladio goes into pragmatism-mode. I love this all so much!

Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

<3<3<3 thank you so much!