𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 //𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮

[ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟] 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒 𝔻𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕠𝕟'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥

The sun had set and a navy blue sky and moonlight was all that illuminated the helicopter.

Nate sat on the floor, his arm around Isla and Sully stayed up front, flying the chopper.

"Would've been a pretty nice vacation place if we hadn't almost died." Nate chuckled. "Am I right?"

Isla didn't respond.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Nate chuckled. He glanced over and his blood ran cold. She'd changed shirts due to the other one being soaked crimson red from the stab wound.

The blue shirt was now stained red as well and the deep red stain was growing. Islas eyes were shut and her skin looked practically paper white. 

"Isla." Nate spoke, shaking her gently. He repeated her name, louder this time and shaking her again. His heart began to race, feeling her skin go cold. She was bleeding again and she wasn't waking.

"Isla!" Nate shouted, gaining Sully's attention.

"Shit" Sully cursed.

"Hey." Nate spoke, his voice and hands shaking. "Wake up, Isles."

"Nate?" She whispered barely audible, voice and body weak. "I can't feel anything."

Nate's face fell even more.

"It's okay. You're okay, just stay awake." Nate reassured her, trying to stop the bleeding.

"It's freezing fucking cold." She whispered weakly. Sully tossed Nate his jacket which Nate draped over Isla's shoulders.

Her eyes felt heavy.

"Keep those pretty eyes open, Dalton." Nate said.

"I'm just- resting my eyes." She mumbled, feeling herself drift away.

"Hey hey hey." Nate said frantically. "Stay with me."

Isla wasn't sure what was going on. All she knew was her body was weak and tired. Her eyelids were heavy and the minute they sank down, she was unable to open them.

The sound of Nate's voice blurred away and drifted off and she let darkness consume her.

"Isla!" She could hear Nate yell in the distance.

"Isla!" She could hear a faint voice of Sully.

"Isla." She could hear Jeremy. And his voice wasn't soft and faded. It was right there with her.

She let herself drift away as the sound of a frantic and terrified Nate drifted away.

Isla Dalton's heart beat slowed and slowed.

And her heart stopped right there on the helicopter floor.

Right there as she was being cradled in the arms of Nate Drake who begged her to come back to him.

Isla Dalton's heart beat stopped.

And although her heart was the one that had stopped, although she was the one who died that day, Nathan Drake could've sworn he'd died too.

In the moment he wished his heartbeat had stopped with hers.

Isla Dalton died and Nate Drake felt as though he had too. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to follow her.

No gold ever came without a price.

A/N: I am sorry