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"You're ok...you're ok..."
Lukas clung onto Chris, gasping for air at this point. He still felt that thing squeezed around what was left of his arm, hugging his shoulder. It made him sick. It didn't take long for that sickness to wind up to his throat.
God...make this end...
Lukas leaned into Chris' shoulder as he felt his hand squeeze his arm.
"You're good..."
Even though Chris said more, it all muddled together. His soft reassurance made it easier to grasp onto words, but not enough to clear Lukas' mind from the fog. Chris' voice was always something he could hold onto, something he needed to bring him back from whatever hole he was in.
It helped a lot more than what Chris thought it did.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
"It's ok...You weren't in control..."
As Lukas' voice broke, he pulled himself closer to Chris, trying to muffle his sobs.
"I know I'm a monster to you...but please don't let go of me..."
"You're not a monster, Luka..."
Chris kept him close, feeling Lukas tremble and bite down on his shirt.
He was in pain.
Don't...don't let go...
Don't go dark...please...
Lukas felt himself weakening again. Even with the immense pain he was feeling, it wasn't as bad as before. Not by a long shot. He didn't wanna black out, out of fear he wouldn't wake up. He felt like he was dying. The more he felt himself slipping, the tighter he tried to hold onto Chris. His free arm was wrapped around Chris' side, his mutated arm slumped down. He couldn't even feel his legs anymore. He just sat there, slumped over Chris. A feverishly sobbing, mutated mess. He was surprised Chris didn't just kill him. All he could do was cry, mumble small apologises, and pray to whatever gods there were left that he was gonna make it through, and if he wasn't, make it faster and less painful than this.
"You're ok, Luka...I've got you..."