Bleeding Out

Clutching his shoulder, Damian cried out. It hurt so much, the pain sending sparks of almost electricity through his entire body. His hand was soaked in the red substance, while tears—or was it more blood—poured down his face.

How could he do this? How could he take away everything and leave as if it is nothing at all? How?

Damian's vision was getting blurry until all he could see were the shapes of everything in front of him. He needed to get to Abigail...to Will. They needed him he couldn't lose them. He couldn't lose the only people he let care for him. Not again.

Please...please...god...please let them get through this. I don't care what happens to me just let them live.

Damian tried to crawl over to them using his free arm to pull him along the floor. Just a little further. He kept telling himself that over and over and over again. But each movement only caused his shoulder to shoot with pain causing him to almost scream.

"Abigail...Will." He called, though weak and faint

Damian lifted his eyes from where they were on the floor, his gaze meeting that of Will Graham. Damian tried to smile through the pain, signaling that he was fine. Both knew it was a lie.

Each pull soon became harder and harder, as his muscles became heavy. The exertion caused his breathing to become erratic, and along with the fear and panic, he was feeling breathing only got harder. Soon none of his muscles dared move, no matter how hard he tried to will them to they wouldn't.

They're gonna die...I need to move...they're gonna die if I don't move. It'll be my fault...please...move...please

But no matter how hard he begged nothing seemed to make a difference.