Finn's Secret

Another Fight to Hospital

After the fight.

Finn's breathing became labored, and his eyes started to roll back in his head. He was losing consciousness. "Finn!" Wendy cried, rushing to his side. She knelt down and cradled his head in her lap, trying to keep him awake. "Stay with us, Finn. We'll get you help."

Leo and Chris exchanged worried glances. They knew that the longer Finn remained unconscious, the less likely it was that he would survive. They also knew that they couldn't just leave him there, bleeding out in the middle of the woods. They had to find a way to help him.

Chris, meanwhile, scanned the area, looking for anything that could be used as a makeshift tourniquet for Finn's injured arm. His mind raced as he tried to think of a solution. Suddenly, he spotted a length of rope lying nearby. He picked it up and knelt down beside Wendy, who was still cradling Finn in her lap.

"Wendy, I need you to help me with this," he said, handing her the rope. "We have to stop the bleeding, or we're all in serious trouble." Wendy nodded, her eyes wide with fear but determined. Together, they tied the rope around Finn's upper arm, above the wound, securing it as tightly as they could.

Chris knelt down beside him, checking his pulse. It was weak and erratic. "We need to get him to a hospital, fast," he said. "He's losing too much blood." Leo and Vija exchanged glances, knowing that Finn wouldn't want to go to a hospital. He'd been so adamant about keeping the Card a secret. But they also knew that if they didn't do something soon, he was going to die.

As they carefully dragged Finn's limp body deeper into the woods, Wendy led the way, her heart racing with fear and determination. They had to find a safe place to hide Finn until they could get him the help he needed.

Leo and Vija supported Finn between them, their arms trembling from the effort. They knew that every moment counted. They just had to keep moving.

"We're almost there," Chris whispered, his voice strained. "Just a little further." They followed Wendy through the dense underbrush, navigating the dark forest with ease. Despite their injuries, they were determined to get Finn to safety.

Finn awoke with a start, his heart pounding and his vision blurred. He felt like he was floating, disconnected from the world around him. As his senses slowly returned, he realized that he was lying on a cold, hard surface, a beeping machine at his side. He tried to sit up, but found himself unable to move. "Where... am I?" he croaked, his voice barely audible.
The room around him was eerily white, with harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over everything. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen this place before, but he couldn't quite place it. Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure standing at the foot of the bed. "Hello Finn," the figure said, a warm, familiar voice filling the room. "Welcome back."

It was Chris. Finn's heart leapt with relief. "Chris?" he managed to whisper. "What... what happened?"

Chris smiled reassuringly. "Don't you worry, Finn. You're in the hospital, and you're going to be just fine. You took quite a spill there, but we've got you all patched up now." Finn's vision began to clear, and he noticed the bruises and bandages covering his body. He tried to sit up again, but Chris gently pressed him back down. "Just take it easy for now. The doctor wants you to rest."

As Finn continued to take in his surroundings, he noticed a vase of flowers on the nightstand. "Those are beautiful," he said, nodding towards them. "Who are they from?" Chris glanced at the flowers briefly before looking back at Finn. "Oh, those are from me and the other. We've all been so worried about you." Finn felt a warmth spread through his chest at the thought of being cared for by so many people.

Chris's piercing gaze made Finn feel like he was being sliced open. The seriousness in his voice was palpable, as if Finn had done something irreparable.

He sat on the stool opposite Finn, his elbows resting on his lap, his hands clasped together. Finn couldn't look away from those deep blue eyes, but he tried to appear nonchalant, even though his heart was racing.
"Now," Chris began, his voice low and strained, "why did you run away? Why didn't you tell me?" The last part of the sentence was like a plea, full of emotions that made Finn's heart race even faster. He felt a blush creep up on his cheeks, but he forced himself not to look at Chris as he said, "It's nothing, and none of your business."
Chris stood up from the stool abruptly, his movements jerky and agitated. He began to pace back and forth, his hands wringing at his sides. "What do you mean it's nothing? If it was nothing, you wouldn't have left!" he shouted, his voice cracking on the last word. Finn felt a sting of guilt, but he remained stubbornly silent.
Finally, Chris stopped in front of him, their faces mere inches apart. Tears glimmered in his eyes, and his breath came out in ragged gasps. "Please, Finn. You can tell me. I won't judge you, I promise." It was a desperate plead, a plead that Finn found difficult to ignore. But in the end, he turned his head away, refusing to give Chris the satisfaction of an answer.
With one last, anguished look, Chris turned and walked away. Finn heard the door slam shut behind him, leaving the room silent and oppressive. He felt a strange mixture of anger, guilt, and regret churning inside him as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

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