Y/N's entire body felt like it was being pressed in.
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't see.
More specifically, see her.
With his slow fading consciousness, he began to think.
You have to get up.
You need to get up!
She might be in danger.
They might be in danger.
Get up Y/N.
GET UP!
Y/N's hand shot through the rubble and he began to slowly pull himself out.
He felt his body contort in odd ways. He wanted to yell, but he wouldn't show weakness.
Not now.
He needed to get to them.
He needed to protect what was his.
He stood at the top of the rubble with cuts all over his body. His hair was wild and bloody. Somehow his glasses were still in tac.
Keep moving Y/N.
Don't stop until you know she's okay.
You told her you would try to protect her.
You told her you would stay.
Keep moving till you know they're all okay.
Every step he took hurt. He could barely stand.
All over his body felt like he was on fire.
One step at a time he moved towards what he thought would be freedom.
He looked up at the night sky from the hole that was created.
He reached in his pocket and brought out his flashlight. The glass at the front was cracked, but it still worked. He flashed the hallway that was now dark.
In the darkness, he sensed some type of shuffling.
"Come out."
Y/N was not having it.
Overall he was just tired.
Whatever comes out he's going to-
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