THIS IS BOOK TWO! PLEASE READ SILENCE FIRST AS THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THE SYNOPSIS
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Nearly a year later and [now] Sergeant Major Abigail Laurens has managed to do the seemingly impossible. But most importantly, she has managed to...
and I'm sorry, again, in my defense I was listening to folklore again :')
𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎
abigail
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Abby felt numb, well, her body did at least. Her mind was painfully loud; every sound was amplified - the noise of Spencer hitting the floor, the door being blown to the floor, the last few blows from Garvez and the chaos from the number of people who had just stormed in from the corridor.
Spencer felt nothing but pain, his vision was darkening and the noises around him were starting to grow distant and distorted. He opened his eyes just enough to see Abby. He couldn't see her completely, but he knew it was her. And that was enough.
Abby tried to call out to him but the only noise that somehow came out was a silent, hoarse whisper; interrupted by her involuntary grunts as Garvez continued to beat the living daylights out of her. Her vision was starting to blur as she was dragged slowly into unconsciousness; the chaos around them was starting to quieten but she needed to get to Spencer. Garvez was still on top of her, and there was no way she could fight him off.
And then there was shouting and three loud successive bangs and then the haunting sound of a body hitting the floor. Luckily, for Abby, Garvez's body landed on the opposite side of her body to where Spencer was. She was tired, so damn tired but she couldn't leave him now. Not as the blood was beginning to pool around him, staining his shirt a bright red.
"Reid!"
"Abby!"
"We need medical in SKW, NOW!"
She ignored the calls of Hotch and Morgan, respectively, and hauled her weak body painfully across the cold floor.
Abby took Spencer's hand in hers tightly, ignoring the screaming from her body - every single part of her hurt, she was still in just her underwear (her sweater now completely ripped off her), and everytime she breathed in her vision blurred but she was not going to let him be alone; she knew what it felt like to die alone and she was not going to let him do the same.
His eyes were fluttering open and closed slowly. He was still mumbling something quietly, it wasn't conscious mutterings but whatever it was made him feel some kind of peace and that was only heightened by the warm presence of a hand in his. He recognized her touch even a year and five months without it.
Abby looked up at his face the best she could through her own fluttering eyelids, she couldn't fall asleep - she had been here before, way too many times before, and she was not going to fall asleep.
