Enchanted (oou one-shots)

{Endgame}

Because one of us is back is coming out next year, i only thought it was right to make some one shots inspired by the first two books. This won't affect Simon says which I'll still post on just as much.
Also this is based on the books, not the show, so show readers please don't get confused lol

Btw I promise the other chapters will be happy, unlike this one. Yes, it will be sad.

Nate

I can still see the flashing lights of the blue and red sirens as i sit in the clean, bright hospital waiting room.

We were sat in the field, me half conscious and Bronwyn completely out of it. I'd tried to protect her, but she wouldn't let me, she managed to get out of my grasp at the last second.

Fucking Rojas.

She had been on the ground, curled up in a ball, sobbing as she tried to get out of my arms and get me to leave without her. I'd been on top of her, hoping to take the whole impact of the bomb and for her to not get hurt.

"You weren't supposed to get hurt." I whisper to myself, earning a worried look from Addy. She's sitting next to me, and I feel her hand rest on my shoulder.

"It's going to be fine Nate. It's not your fault." She says.

It is my fault. I was the one who convinced her to sneak out of the restaurant with me round to the back of the field. I'd been so happy and I'm sure she was as-well, if I can tell by the massive smile on her face before we'd heard the loud thud  beside us on the grass. We thought it was some idea of a joke, probably Addy or someone realising we'd snuck off and throwing something over to annoy us.

I'd called out, angry until I heard Maeve's high pitched shout telling us we needed to get out. I didn't know what was happening, and I honestly still thought it was a joke.

But she couldn't have been joking. The panic in her voice - that was enough to get me going.

I'd had my arm around Bronwyn waist, trying to use some of my speed to pull her forward with me. She'd never been fast, but I'd never leave her alone to run by herself. She knew that, and I remember her trying to persuade me to leave without her and get out of there, but I wouldn't. I just pulled her closer and moved a little faster with her pressed against me.

"I'm sorry." I'd said to her. She'd looked up with me with those grey eyes and I could barely make out what she whispered.

"None of this is your fault, Nate."

The words echo around my head as I blink back the tears threatening to spill.

I'd realised we weren't going to get out of there in time, and the bomb would go off at any second now. I'd looked down at her, and I knew what I wanted to do.

Push her to the ground. Gently, so she wouldn't get hurt. And I'd used my body as a shield over her so I'd take the impact. I remember her crying - sobbing - beneath me, trying to struggle out of my arms. I didn't let her, even though I was scared I was hurting her. But I knew it was for her own good.

"Just go without me, please." She'd said tearily.

"I'm not going anywhere without you."

Except my grave.

She'd been shaking beneath me, and I'd whispered in her ear to calm her down.

"I love you so much, you know?" I'd said.

The next thing that happened, she was out. She lay on me, looking down at me with a small smile.

"I love you too." She'd sobbed.