Even though it shouldn’t have been, it was oddly comforting that he wasn’t trying to tell her that everything was fine. It wasn’t fine, she wasn’t okay. But she wanted to believe him when he said it would be. April wasn’t afraid of death; she just wasn’t ready to go there yet. “Okay,” she murmured, easily accepting him at his word. All she could truly think of in this moment was that she had lied, told DJ she would be okay….and she wasn’t, not right now anyway.
Might hurt? April didn’t think she could hurt more than she already did. “I’ll try not to,” she answered, though her eyes continue to fight her. “And I can handle it.” Though she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t scream. Moving, yes, they needed to move.
April flinched and made a whimpering noise as Brandon lifted her, but didn’t scream or tried not to. “I believe you,” she did believe him, needed to believe him. I can’t be dying. Not now, not when she had found family and had people she cared about. Everything was still fuzzy and starting to swim, but with as much strength as she could muster she placed her hands over her wound and put pressure on it. “Quick…quick is good.” She muttered, laying her head against his shoulder.
Her eyes drifted closed as he spoke, encouraging her to hold on. They only snapped open again when he told her not to sleep. This man was saving her life, she couldn’t be responsible for his.
With a laugh that sounded more like a cough she forced her eyes back open. “N-no, I don’t want Lucas and Rae to kill you….” The voices in her head were dimming, did that mean she was dimming? April couldn’t focus on that right now. “B-but I can’t promise I won’t sleep.” Her eyes were still wanting to drift close and she was beginning to feel disconnected from everything, like she was there – but not really there.