Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 57

A/N: okay, I decided to post this chapter ASAP incase you hated me for the last one. Really, don't kill me. That means you, Renée.

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(Gemma's POV)

The ice settled in around my heart, freezing then shattering. My breath stopped and my body shook. "No." It was a whisper. But I couldn't manage more than a whisper.

"No."

Those same words that fell from David's lips before he had delivered the bomb shell.

"No."

"Get Meghan! Now, you f*cking idiot!" It was underwater. The grief, the guilt - it was drowning me.

"No."

"Shift!" I sprawled across the ground as someone shoved me away from the corpses side. "I'll try... Really."

"No."

"Jason, take Sophie up to the infirmary. She's wounded pretty bad. Luke, get security in here this instant." That usually calm voice, still keeping it's cool. The voice that shattered my heart. My soul.

"No."

"Gemma?" Who was that? I wanted Ethan. Just... Ethan. That amazing protector... He was vital to me. Ethan...

"No."

"Gemma, I'm sorry! Come on, stand up. It's okay, it's okay, he'll be fine, ssh." I recognised that voice. Footsteps. A woman screaming for David to carry on, they'd fetch everything immediately. Carry on what? Fetch?

"No."

"Gemma, ssh. Just, ssh." Warm arms surrounded me, but they weren't who I wanted. The only warmth I could feel was the molten of my heart, melting into oblivion, and the tears down my face. Everything else... Cold. Numb.

"No."

My vision focused slightly through the wetness down my cheeks. David was crouched over Ethan, giving him CPR. I silently watched him breathe into his brother, trying to give him some of his life. I would die right now... Just to see Ethan take a breath again. David was now compressing Ethan's chest, panting and crying yet carrying on in a military fashion.

"No."

My world fell black.

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(No ones POV)

"She's fainted!" Dan laid the limp girl on the floor, cradling her head. A woman, looking frantic and upset, dashed down the stairs, closely followed by a boy carrying a basic stretcher frame.

They placed the stretcher on the floor and the man left his brother for those few seconds, tears falling to mix with a smear of blood. The lifeless body was lifted onto the stretcher and the brother, panting from exertion and terror, immediately tried to breathe life into his brother again.

"Sophie's on one of the beds. She's bleeding pretty bad from her head." Another man was sobbing as he raced down the stairs. "Please..." No one knew what he was pleading for. The life of his brother, the safety of his sister.

"Everything will be fine." That woman instructed two men to carry the stretcher, but slowly and carefully. Dan lifted his unconscious wife into his arms and the sobbing men, three of them, ran after the stretcher as others stood frozen, before springing into action and racing after them.

"Stop... It's nearly been two minutes." The eldest of the mourners paused by the stretcher, retrying the CPR, hoping that an un-ordinary force would take the breath that made him live and give that life to his brother.