"Kylo." I whisper, wading to where I find him as fast as I can. I kneel down on the ground and touch his shoulder; his face is completely buried in the snow.

As I'm a highly trained medic, I begin to worry about how long he's been that way. If he developed frost bite, there's no way I could save him.

"Ky, we need to get out of here. Can you walk?" I touch his shoulder again. I feel the slightest shiver and hear a small groan.

"Can you walk?" I ask again.

"I-I.. I-"

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You need to turn over for me. Please." I beg.

"C-Can't." He finally mutters. He tries to turn himself over, suddenly calling out in pain. I realize that he's much too weak to do it himself, so I help him.

His appearance strikes me hard.

All of the snow where his abdomen was is bright crimson. He lightly taps at his waist, to which it spits out a more blood. There's also red where his face was buried; then, comes to most surprising part of all.

A deep, dark gash covers the expanse of half  of his face, while the uninjured areas are smeared in blood. His eyes are barely open, fixed on me, his eyelids fluttering.

"I-I know it hurts, Ky, but we need to go right now... or we'll be obliterated." His eyes open a little bit more in shock.

He struggles, shaking profusely, trying to raise himself up to walk. I pull and push on him, trying desperately to help. He gasps, breathing, and barely makes it to his feet.

I doubt he'll be able to make it to the ship.

I support him the best I can, but he's leaning on me so heavily, and the snow is already hard enough to walk in, as it gets deeper and deeper the closer to the ship we get.

Then, he falls.

He's on his hands and knees, and I crouch down, frantically trying to get back up.

"C-can't w-w-walk." He stutters, coughing blood out into the once-pure white canvas.

"Kylo, we'll never make it." I contrast.

"G-go with-thout m-me." He decides.

"Kylo Ren, I will not leave you." I scold. He shakily raises his head to look at my face, then his green eyes roll back into his head, and he falls the rest of the way into the snow, face first.

I gasp.

My hand juts out the feel for his heart beat; I feel the smallest bit of relief when I finally feel it. Slow... close to death. He's bleeding out.

I see nothing but my ship after this; my only priority is to save him, even at the possible cost of my own life.

I silently apologize to him in advance, if he ever wakes up, for causing him more pain in the way that I'll have to get him there.

I place my arms under his armpits and begin the heave, dragging his limp body through the cold. Snowflakes and wet tears cloud my vision, and I grunt exertion.

He's so heavy, and I'm so weak.

But I can't stop. I won't stop.

I tug and tug, aimlessly calling out. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, because I know I'm stepping my very feet on a ticking time bomb, but it's not enough to help me pull home more than a mere meter every minute.

My eyebrows scrunch in determination, trying to convince myself that it's not a lost hope, that we're going to make it.

Then my knee gives out.

My family had a known history of bad knees, but I'd never determined that it would bite me in the ass; that it would lead me to my final moments.

I completely ignore the pain in my useless joint and cross my legs, pulling Ky one more time, just enough to let his head rest in my lap, his curls fanning out so that his clear, pale face is looking up into the stars, the beautiful stars.

I hadn't even noticed that the snowflakes had stopped falling around us.

I try to sob as quietly as I can; I don't want to spend my last waking moments crying pathetically, pitying myself.

I study Ky's face. He would die because of my weakness.

I couldn't bear it.

Unnoticed tears of mine drop onto his face, clearing some blood. It still trickles from his gash, and after close inspection, the wound on his waist is even worse.

I caress the sides of his face gently. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I tuck a piece of his soft curls behind his ear.

The pain is unbearable. My heart has never hurt so bad.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper a final time, gently kissing his forehead.

"I'm so sorry."

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omg I'm back

it's been way too long

it feels so good to update again!!

hope to hear from you, and I hope you absolutely love this chapter:-)

I'm planning on an update tomorrow!

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kait