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"OW FUCK!" The sound was sudden and harsh, causing Jimmy's heart rate to spike. He didn't get shot right? Whipping his head around, the figure held his foot in pain.
"Alex please tell me your ok..."
"Jus- OW... just sprained my ankle I think. Keep going! They want you dead, not me!"
"Who do you take me for!" Grabbing the younger man's hand, he forced them to keep going, gunshots whizzing past them. He could feel the winces from his body but Jimmy didn't dare let go. "Hop on my back when you can!"
"You're going too fast it's impossible."
"We can't slow down, just trust in yourself!"
"Great fucking advice man..." Taking a deep breath, Alex couldn't let himself think too much about it before propelling himself upward, the cool air now passing through his aching feet. Grasping onto his shoulders, the rest of his body roughly hit Jimmy's back and through sheer luck, he managed to stay holding onto him.
"See you did it! Just hold on tight ok?"
"No shit!" Jimmy's hands going over Alex's, the pain once searing in his foot dissipated to the thrill of the chase. It never mattered to them how many times they did this song and dance because he and Jimmy always came out on top. It was just the kind of duo they were...