Death Boy (NOT Dead Boy) POV

"Austin! Kayla! Help!" I knocked frantically on the door to the Apollo cabin, Will in my arms. Will was really heavy. Probably he's been eating too many of those Nutella Be-Ready bars again. I told him to quit on those! Ugh, he's worse than a drug addict!

"Help! Will's been injured!" I screamed again, when no one responded.

Finally, after waiting more than 0.00000001 seconds, I knocked down the door like they do in those Chicago PD shows Will always watched. Up until now, I hadn't realized I knew so much about him.

"HELP ME YOU MORONS!" That woke them.

"What in the name of Zu--" Austin started, then saw Will's body in my arms.

"He..." I started, crying. "He needs help!"

"Nico..." Austin started, feeling for a pulse that wasn't there. "I think he's gone."

"No..." I sobbed. "No, he... he can't be!" Now everyone was up, circling around the former camp counselor.

"We can try our bests, but..." Austin looked at me, tears in his eyes. He seemed to understand my silent plead. We can't let him go that easily. We HAVE to try our bests.

"Ok. Kayla, Reve, Wi--" Austin stopped, remembering Will was the one injured. "Come on. We need to stop the bleeding. I think if we all work together, use... use all of our strength, maybe... maybe we can save him."

"I can help, too!" I said, but I knew it wouldn't really help anything.

"No." Austin scowled.

"What...?"

"You've done enough."

Super short chapter, sorry! I'm watching the 49er game right now, please pray they win! (If they don't I might kill off Will permanently. Just pray for the 9ers, pray for Will, and... see you next chapter! (Or WILL I...?)