Mark wasted no time rushing over to Equinox and Dark. He wiped blood from his face, ignoring the sting, too focused on Dark's body on the floor.
He stumbled over to them and dropped to his knees, dread flooding his body.
"How is he?" Mark breathed, trembling. Dark's blood slipped through Equinox's fingers, and Mark's throat went tight, a strong sense of wrong ringing in his head.
He was losing too much blood.
His heart tightened, and he ghosted his hands over Dark's body, mind racing.
He couldn't die.
He carefully held his shoulders, breathing hard, feeling his skin. Hot to the touch—charred from Anti's electricity.
He couldn't die.
Equinox let out a quivering breath, pressing her hand harder into Dark's throat. "The wound, it's..."
Mark's stomach dropped.
"It's too deep."
Dark's lips twitched, and he huffed through his nose. Like he was amused. Or in disbelief. He breathed hard, his chest heaving, and he gazed up at the ceiling, red eyes swimming.
The color grew duller by the second.
Panic swelled in Mark's chest.
"W-we need a healer—" Mark gasped, hands shaking. "We have to take him to a healer—"
Equinox's face hardened, and her fingers flexed over Dark's throat.
"If he moves," she said, "he'll bleed out."
Dark's breathing shallowed, and he shakily raised a hand coated in blood. He gazed at Mark through his lashes, emotion pouring from him.
Mark glanced down at his hand and swallowed, carefully taking it in his own. Dark's fingers flexed around his, and he kept staring at Mark, brows curled from the pain flooding his body. He didn't dare look away—didn't want to spend his last moments without seeing Mark's face.
It only made Mark's heart ache more, his lungs squeezing the air out of him. He didn't like this—he didn't like this one bit. He loved Dark too much—couldn't stand the thought of losing him. Especially after he just got him back.
Why? thought Mark, lips quivering as he gazed back at Dark. Why was he looking at him like this would be the last time he ever saw him again?
"Y-you talked to Eyes," Mark trembled, sparing a glance at Equinox. "The others—all those reinforcements—they'll be here soon."
Dark sucked in a breath, and his body twitched. Blood pulsed against Equinox's hand and slid from her fingers.
No. Please, no.
"They won't arrive in time," Equinox whispered, gazing at Dark's head in her lap.
"Time—" Mark breathed, eyes widening. Dark's gaze never wavered from Mark's face; he couldn't help but smile at his efforts. After all that happened... after all he'd put him through... how could Mark even think to care for him? "You can... what if—what if you reverse it?"
Equinox's brows curled up.
"Reverse it," Mark said again. "You—you can stop the bleeding. But what if you can reverse it?"
"It's not that simple, Mark," Equinox breathed. "Even if I tried, it wouldn't work. The state he's in—"
"Just try!" Mark shouted.
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