One of Them (Jurassic World fanfiction)

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It didn't take long for Owen and Claire to get back down into great hall, Maisie showing them a quick way. None of them bothered to look around, their concern right in front of them laying behind the triceratops skull.

"No. No, no, no, no. No!" Owen dropped to his knees when he reached the body, lifting her into his arms. Tears began forming in his eyes, unlike Claire, who already has waterfall on her cheeks. Maisie stood in the back frozen, too shocked to process what's actually happening before her eyes. 

"Oh God." Bitting his clenched fist at the sight of his best friend's bloody leg, Owen's trembling hand searched for pulse, a little relief when he felt one, but it's very faint. "No, Jane, please. Please wake up."

Shaking her slightly didn't help, not even slapping her cheek gently. Her eyes remained closed. He shared a teary look with Claire, who crouched down by his side to place one hand on his shoulder and the other in Jane's limp hand.

"Don't do this to me, idiot. Please." Owen's attention went back to cradling his unconscious best friend, his fresh tears dropping onto her already wet tank top. He's not the type of person to cry, Jane herself barely ever seeing him drop a tear in front of her, only on some occasions, so image of Owen's saddened and depressed teary face will stay burried in Claire's mind forever, also the pain radiating from both him and herself.

"We still gotta finish the cabin. You're supposed to help me, not leave it to me myself, dumbass." The usually tough man sniffed, placing a palm on the side of Jane's face.

"Owen-" Named one ignored Claire's sympathetic voice, shaking his head.

"No, no. You're stronger than this, Jay. So please, wake up. Wake up." Owen's voice turned shaky, dropping his head down when Jane still didn't open her eyes, nor gave any sign she's gonna make it, the low temperature of her body not much of help.

Pair of footsteps entered the room, slowing down once they got closer to the group.

"Guys, what's going on? Are you okay?" The trio looked up to Zia with Franklin by her side, looking confused between them. 

"No. Jane, she's-..." Owen couldn't force himself to say the word, refusing to accept what's most probably truth.

"She's....dead." Just like for Owen, for Claire it's also hard to say out loud, leaving lump in her throat. Franklin's eyes widen in pure shock, however Zia still looked confused, glancing at the woman in Owen's arms.

"What are you talking about? She's very much still conscious." This time it's Owen and Claire who's features twisted into confusion, and they looked down, only to see Jane's half-opened eyes looking up at her best friend with hidden smirk.

"You crying? Wow, I feel so special." The sarcasm in Jane's hoarse voice didn't miss Owen's ears, and for once he's glad she's the way she is. Owen sniffed, a smile on his lips.

"You bitch. I thought I lost you, like for real." Jane's throat made a sound similar to laugh, lifting her tired hand to pat Owen's cheek.

"You weren't listening few hours ago, bitch. There's no way getting rid of me. Remember that, all of you." Jane's pointed out finger went to everyone's direction, having a hard time to keep her suddenly heavy head up. All she want now is to lay down and sleep, if it wasn't for the situation still going on. 

"I hate you, woman." Claire let out shaky laugh, throwing her arms around Jane in bear hug, of course not to hurt her, Owen joining them.

"I love you too, idiots." Jane chuckled, sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of comfort from her closest friends.