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XVI. Nobody Lives Forever (Part II)

A/N- Soooo many emotions in this bitch. This chapter had me crying, screaming into a pillow, gasping. You name it. 

Some trigger warnings I should add for any of you. This chapter will have some descriptions of blood, along with some scenes that involve post-trauma depression. If you are sensitive to any of these matters please proceed with caution. 

Without further ado, please enjoy this emotional rollercoaster. 

Matt, wake up. We need to get out of here...

"Matt." Holly kept shaking him, and through her trembling breaths somehow his name would flow from the back of her throat. 

Holly had never been religious. Matt was one of the very few people she had ever met who had a spiritual view for life. Sure she didn't necessarily believe everything he said, but the majority of it made sense. She figured being a kid who's parents weren't around, having some mental clutch that you where never alone would somehow drown out the pain.

Although she had never been a believer, in this very moment, Holly was praying to whatever God there was, asking that by some miracle Matt would wake up. She needed that mental clutch right now, knowing that she wasn't alone and that someone heard her cries.

 "Please, Matt." She kept shaking him. Like she did the night he broke through her apartment window, Holly didn't give up. She refused to believe he was dead, because he wasn't, and she knew it. 

As Holly lifted Matt's head, she felt as he twitched slightly to the side, making her let out a breath of relief. She continued lifting him as his head turned to face her. Through the smoke of the room, her face was unrecognizable through Matt's vision. Like a room on fire, Holly's face was burning in Matt's vision.

"Holly?" Matt questioned. 

"Yeah. Yeah, it's me." Holly bobbed her head quickly. Her hearing was going from a muffled noise to now a panging ring that was making her eyes squint at how badly it ached through the rest of her body. "Can you sit up?"

Matt nodded against her hand as he placed his palms down behind him, pressing himself up from the ground. His white button-up was filled with not only dust and drywall, but also blood. Holly felt her heartbeat quicken again as she reached forward, moving his jacket out of the way from his ribs so she could get a better look.

"Your bleeding." She said, pressing her hand against the blood of his shirt, making him wince. Her eyes looked up to his face, seeing how much pain he was in. "Shit- I gotta get you downstairs. By now there should be an ambulance-" He shook his head, placing his hand on Holly's. 

"I'm fine." He nodded. "It's just a stitching from the other day that got ripped open. Nothing serious." He listened carefully, hearing as Holly slightly groaned to herself. "Your hurt though. More then I am." He sat up fully. "Where are you hurt?" 

Matt moved his hand, to her face, feeling around. His hearing was being blocked from the impact of the explosion, making it so he couldn't hear exactly where the blood flow was coming from. Still, he knew it was there. Maybe it was just that boyfriend instinct, but Matt knew something was off.

"It's just a little cut on my head, I'll be fine. We need to get out of here, okay?" She said, placing her hand on his wrist. She didn't lie about her wound, it was on her head. Did it hurt more then she let on? Oh hell yeah, the pain was killing her.

Holly turned to the side as her name was called out, seeing as Claire rushed towards her. Blood stained her baby blue scrubs, along with her cheeks that had been sliced by glass from broken windows. Her face was just as worried as Holly's, possibly a bit more. "Fucking shit- Claire."