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Joanna Beth Harvelle (harvelle) wrote in wariscoming,

"We will. We will tomorrow, tonight, I promise, just don't go anywhere, stay with me for me and the baby and please just fight, Chuck, please..." Her words were a whisper now as the tears fell more freely. He was hurting and she couldn't stop it and there was nothing she could do. She'd been too late and he was going to die and never know their child.

"I love you too, so much." She took a shaky breath to try and stop her tears while leaning in close to him, still desperately trying to stop the bleeding. But then his hands caught hers and pulled her in. "Jo?" "Here. I'm here, Chuck, and I'm not leaving you, I swear." When his grip loosened in hers, only seconds later, a sob escaped her, and her eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes again to stare down at him.

Dead. Chuck was dead. Her tears dried on their own as her eyes cleared, shock setting in. Very carefully, she laid his hands across his chest, then leaned in and kissed him, tenderly. Scooping up her phone and gun, she left the flashlight where she lay as her face set into a carefully blank facade. Her eyes tore themselves away from him, and she began to slowly walk away, typing a message on the network with one hand as she did so.