Gokudera pressed harder against the Tenth's chest. The blood was flowing a bit slower now, but Gokudera didn't know whether that was from his first aid or from him just starting to run out of blood, because he'd always thought no-one could bleed that much and live.

Gokudera tried to focus on the rise and fall of the Tenth's chest, on his boss's still-alive unfocused eyes. Tried not to think of Yamamoto probably being dead by now, that idiot. Tried not to to think of how the Tenth had taken those bullets for him and was fading away now in a pool of his own blood.

Then he saw black flames and heard that bastard's laughter and knew that he hadn't hidden well enough, that they'd been found. Gokudera felt a syringe in his neck and a wave of irresistible exhaustion start pulling him into unconsciousness. He tried to cling to the Tenth, but a brutal slash of pain struck his hand, forcing him to let go. The Tenth fell out of his hands and Gokudera slipped to the ground, trying desperately to stay awake.

The last thing he saw before darkness took him was a gun being placed directly on the Tenth's forehead.

The last thing he heard was a gunshot.