Please don't change (completed)

chapter 28

- Mitch

I got back up. My wing hurt incredibly much. I couldn't use it either. But I'm not giving up. I will go back to Jerome and the baby. I will win this. I just wish I could be with him right now. 

"Are you giving up?" Herobrine taunted. As I looked at him it looked like I hadn't done anything to him. 

"Never." I growled at him. I gripped my sword tighter and flung it at him again. I kept pushing and swinging and finnally after so long I got through his defence and stabbed his shoulder. He screamed in pain as he stumbled back holding his shoulder with his other hand. I stood ready for action not taunting him like he did to me. His eyes seemed to glow with anger as he looked at me. He attacked driven by rage, the biggest mistake he made. He let go of his defence completely. I pushed his sword out of his hands with my own and stabbed him in the chest, right through his heart. I pulled my sword from his chest and he stumbled back holding his chest. He finnally collapsed on the ground and vanished. I fell to the ground aswell tired from fighting. I finnally felt all the pain, from the cut in my side, from my broken wing and from all the bruses. I got up groaning and stumbled to the room where the guys took Jerome to. As I opend the door they all looked at me in shock. I stumbled over to where Rob was sitting next to Jerome and knelt down next to him holding his hand. 

"I did it. We're free." I told him and he smiled. His smile soon fell and turned into an expression of pain. He squized my hand.

"It's alright. It's gonna be alright." I said comforting him.

"Remind me the next time we adopt." He said trough clenched teeth. 

"I will." I said gently stroking his cheeks and wiping away the sweat on his forehead. 

"Jerome, if you're ready you can push." Vikk said. 

"Are you ready?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Let's get this over with." 

~ *Que spongebob narrator voice* Several Minutes later ~

"It's a boy." Vikk said. Handing the baby to Jerome. He smiled as he took him in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and gently stroke our son's head. he was covered in fur but had tiny little wings on his back and a tiny little tail. 

"He's beautifull." I said as I fell a tear roll down my cheek. 

"What are we gonna name him." I asked. 

"You guys haven't thought of any names?" Preston asked. 

"Not yet." Jerome said. 

"While we think of that do you want something to drink or eat Biggums?" I asked him. 

"Can I just have some water." 

"Ofcourse I'll get it for you." I said getting up. As soon as I got up I got really dissy and black spot's formed on my vision. The effects of the bloodloss from my wound finally kicking in. I grabbed onto the wall holding my side.

"Mitch!" I heard Jerome's worried voice, it all sounded so distant. I felt my legs give out underneat me. 

"Oh god! How did we not see this before?" 

"What happening? What's wrong with him?" I heard Jerome ask again. 

"He has a really big wound. He's bleeding out." 

So while you guys hate me for another cliffhanger anyone suggestions for the name? Please? I really suck at finding good names. Thank you! See ya laterz xx