Undercover(pewdiecry fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

          Felix’s P.O.V.

            I sat there staring at Cry in shock. My jaw had dropped making my mouth open. “N-N-No. Th-Th-That can’t be the only way” I stuttered nervously. Cry shook his head doubtfully, “I’m sorry pewds, but…” cry managed to say before I interrupted him. “NO CRY! THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY! THERE HAS TO BE! PLEASE CRY; DON’T GIVE UP ON ME NOW!” I shouted as tears fell down my cheeks.

            Cry looked up at me and frowned. “I’m sorry pewds, it’s for the best” Cry said weakly. I lay next to him and held his hand and began to sob. I sobbed so much that I began to hyperventilate again. Cry wiped my tears while shushing me to calm down.

            I stared into his beautiful aqua eyes that always melted my heart, that’s when I had faith in myself and knew that I couldn’t get rid of Cry. I noticed that Cry was losing tons of blood and he started to close his eyes fading into unconsciousness. “Cry!” I shouted while trying to wake him up. A moment later I noticed that he still had a pulse and was faintly breathing, but he didn’t have much time left.

            I jumped off of the ground and picked up Cry’s body taking him into my car. As I was speeding down the road on the way to the hospital, I glanced at Cry’s lifeless body. “I’m not going to lose you again” I whispered to him.

            *Time Skip*

            As I finally arrived at the hospital I slammed open my car door and jumped out of my seat. I quickly ran over and opened Cry’s door and checked his pulse. Luckily he still had one but his heart was beating at an extremely slow pace. I panicked and lifted him off of his seat and began carrying him while sprinting towards the building.

            As I was approaching towards the door I kicked the door open and rudely barging in, but I didn’t care at that moment. “SOMEONE HELP MY FRIEND PLEASE! HE’S BEEN STABBED TO DEATH AND HE DOESN’T HAVE MUCH TIME LIFE! PLEASE HELP!” I shouted while sobbing. A moment later a group of doctors were running towards me. They harshly pushed me out of the way and took Cry away from me before I could kiss him for the last time.

            They set his body on a gurney and quickly sprinted down the hallway across from us and into a huge room. I followed their tracks down the hall and stood behind the big glass door that led into the room that the Doctors ran into. As I looked through the glass I saw Doctors surrounding around Cry’s body and checking his stab wounds and how much blood he was losing. “We hurry! He doesn’t have much time left!” one of the doctors shouted nervously.

            The doctors were doing everything they could, but nothing was helping. It seemed like forever that they were working on him, but the longer Cry was hanging in there the more faith I had in him surviving. Suddenly that all changed when Cry’s heart monitor stopped beating. As I heard that continuous beep I felt as if I had just gotten shot in the heart with an arrow.

            “No! NO CRY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed while falling to the ground and began sobbing. “I can’t believe Cry is dead, the one that I loved most, and it’s all because I killed him!” I thought while hating myself.