Coughs, Colds And Severe Injuries.

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Eves POV

I was still coughing badly, and so far Jerome hadnt left my side for anything. I had tried to tell him to eat, to sleep, but he refused. I knew what I needed, I needed to get up and stretch, the ground was dirty and dusty. Every time I tried to get up Jerome would gently push me down. I then decided that I had no choice but to lie to him. "Jerome" I whispered faintly, I had lost my voice a couple days ago and it is coming back. "Yes?" He asked attentitively. "Could you get me some water? Tiff will look after me" I continued. "Of course!" He replied. He called Tiff over and she sat next to me. As soon as Jerome has left I sat up and walked carefully to the enterance and took lungfulls of glorious air, clean, airy air. Then, Jerome came back. My eyes widened. His eyes widened. I screamed.  Brice removed the gold sword. He ran away. Jerome fell to the ground. I ran up to him. It was like my life was in slow motion. I reached him. I screamed out for Tiffany and Red. They came running and Red had a bandage. He wrapped it around Jeromes chest. I whispered, so only Jerome could hear me "This is all my fault..." Tears poured down my face as Tiff and Red carried him into the cave. I sat and stared up at the half moon and screamed in anguish and despair.

an/ It was so hard to write this omg

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