Dangerous Affection

Endgame

(LILA'S POV)

The standoff with Clint was inevitable. They had him cornered. Lila's heart raced as she and Quinn moved deeper into the hospital's underground halls. The flickering lights made everything feel even more tense, more dangerous.

"Last chance, Lila," Clint sneered, his gun aimed at them. "Join me. I can give you everything you want. Power, control... everything."

Lila's hands were steady, even though her mind was racing. She wasn't going to fall for his lies. She wasn't going to let him manipulate her any longer.

"I'm not interested in your offer, Clint," she said, her voice steady, unwavering. "I'm here to bring you down."

Clint's face twisted with rage. "You really think you can stop me? You've got nothing, Lila. Nothing. You're weak. You're just a nurse. You can't take me down."

Lila's stomach tightened, but she refused to let him see her fear. Quinn was at her side, ready. They'd been through too much to let him win now.

As Clint moved to make a run for it, Lila took a step forward. That's when she heard the sharp crack of a gunshot. Her heart stopped in her chest, and she turned just in time to see Quinn stagger back, his hand flying to his side. Blood soaked his shirt.

"Quinn!" Lila screamed, rushing to him, but before she could reach him, Clint lunged at her, trying to push her aside.

Without thinking, Lila grabbed a nearby metal pipe and swung it with all her strength, knocking Clint off balance. He stumbled backward, but he wasn't out of the fight yet.

Lila knelt by Quinn's side, her breath coming in ragged gasps. His face was pale, but he was still conscious. "You... you can't go down now," she whispered, panic rising in her chest. "We need you, Quinn."

"I'm not going anywhere," Quinn muttered, his voice hoarse, but there was a fierce determination in his eyes. "Finish this."

Lila didn't hesitate. She stood up, turning back to Clint, who was still trying to regain his footing. This time, she was ready. She ran at him, using every ounce of strength she had left to knock him to the ground.

In the same moment,she saw the wound left by the knife she threw at him earlier. A smile goes on her face. She was a different person when she threw that knife.

The gun fell from Clint's hand with a loud clatter, and it was over. The police, (the ones who aren't wrapped around Clint's fingers), rushed in to arrest him.

Goodbye Clint :p
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