mevie one-shots

let me (2)

        At this point, Mal was a pro at getting hurt even when they were doing nothing dangerous. Even in the most normal situations like walking to class, she would suddenly stub her toe against the nearest door which would cause her an amount of pain that could not compare to that time she burned her side.

                  Okay, maybe that was exaggerating things. But it did hurt.

The thing was that Mal hated asking for help. She would never do that. Bothering someone because she was sick or really hurt wasn't in her plans. Her mother had always taught her that she needed to take care of everything on her own. Maleficent thought that no one was trustworthy of her, and her daughter... well, Mal felt like a bother most of the time.

        And being stubborn didn't make things easier.

                   Even with her shirt already drenched in blood.

        It hurt. It really hurt.

        Mal had never experienced pain like this. Not even when she almost had her heart broken after a fight with Evie. A fight that made her think she would lose her forever. But that moment never came except that this time, as she ran towards the car with an arm around her abdomen to keep the blood from coming out, panting and feeling her heart almost bursting out of her system, Mal really thought she was never going to live to see Evie succeed in life doing what she loved the most. And Lucifer knew how scared she really was to die.

        "Come on!" She heard Jay screaming as they ran away from Uma's crew. Maybe going back to the Isle was a stupid idea. Maybe if she didn't, Ben wouldn't have been kidnapped and maybe her friends wouldn't be there to save him. Maybe, just maybe, she would be perfect instead of agonizing after sharp metal meeting pale skin. After getting cut on the stomach, deep. Maybe if she wasn't paying too much attention to everyone's safety— to Evie's safety, she would be okay and not bleeding out.

                   Maybe they would be at Auradon.
                                                                  Happy.

        "Mal, let's go!" For some reason, she stopped dead in her tracks, her skin paler than usual, her hands starting to shake as her head spun around. Eyes closed. Heavy breathing. Heart beating slowly by each second that passed. Body not listening to what her mind was saying because when she least expected it she fell to the ground. Arm not longer around herself. "Mal!", she heard someone screaming from far far away when actually it was by her side and in not even a second she was in someone's arms, those that felt oh, so familiar. "Babe, can you open your eyes, please?"

        The purple-haired felt the quivering of her voice and some of the tears falling on her own face as she opened her eyes for Evie and smiled a bit. "Hey there, princess." She groaned in pain and arched her back when her hand went to her stomach once again. God, she should have said something.

        "You're... you're going to bleed out. You won't be able to make it to Auradon alive," Evie whispered as her hands continued pressed against Mal's wound, trying to gain some control of the situation and some extra time before it was too late. She saw the look on Evie's face, and immediately tried to stand up again but she was too tired and her body wasn't responding like she wanted it to do. "Guys, go, I... I can fix this. Just go."

        She heard them complaining and everyone knew she would have joined the discussion too if it wasn't for the fact that her throat felt sore, just like her body. And she was just so... tired.