love ; bill denbrough

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Cass

"H-henry." I repeated in a questioning tone, despite him telling me to conserve what life I had left. I couldn't bring myself to answer the question as to why Henry, after all he'd done to me and the boys, would save me, let alone what he was doing in the sewers. In another situation, i'd have run for the hills if Henry came near me, or at least stayed and fought, I'd never give him the time of day. However, the circumstances were different and I was in no position to turn down help, nor was I strong enough to.

I gripped onto his bony shoulders, trying to help him carry me. I heard his feet trudging through the murky waters, a sign that he'd been carrying me for a while and that we'd already reached the entrance to the well. Where just hours before the rope had snapped. Unless Henry had dropped another rope, then we were screwed. I remember the pain killers i'd taken before, they were setting in finally, the agonising pain in my abdomen becoming slightly more tolerable than before, but still not enough to make me believe I'd survive.

"You can't pull me up the well." I muttered.

"I'm gonna try." He panted.

"I'll get myself up." I squirmed around in his grasp until he had no choice but to drop me to my feet. I threw a hand up to my head, seeing stars for a moment as a feeling of faintness overtook me. Henry held onto me. "If you fall you're gonna die." He said, leaning down to my level.

"I'm gonna die anyway." I replied, shaking his grasp. "I may aswell try and get out of this shithole."

I grabbed an overhanging rock on the damp mossy wall and pulled myself out of the tunnel, now fully in the well. I could feel the blood leaving my wound faster as I tensed harder. I had to climb faster if I wanted any chance of living. I grabbed the next rock, strategically placing my foot on the last one I held onto. Debris fell from the wall like it would in a movie, I moved upwards. It was getting more strenuous the further I worked my way up the well. I could feel the blood practically pumping out of my body, but I had to get out, this was my only shot.

The light above me was getting brighter now, even though darkness had began to fall over Neibolt house and presumably the rest of Derry. I was beyond relieved that my friends were okay, out and far away from here, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to come. Maybe we hadn't gotten rid of Pennywise at all, and this was just some sick trick to force us to let our guard down. Maybe we were all sitting ducks, he could've been watching us right now, but I didn't want to think about that.

Finally, my hand was sliced by a streak of light, the light of the full moon. I pulled myself out of the well. All I could hear was Henry, not far behind me, praising my efforts. I felt useless that I couldn't help pull Henry out of the well, after all he'd done for me, so I just crawled towards the exit of Neibolt house, less distance for him to carry me I thought. 

Of course, I was too weak and didn't get amazingly far before I was scooped up again by Henry, he began to run, run to the entrance of Neibolt house and run to his car. I was so thankful for him, I wasn't dead yet and I damn well wasn't going down without a fight. He lay me across the backseats of his car and it's as if my brain just shut down. "H-Henry. Thank you." I smiled, my eyes closed, I was still alive but Henry just drove, probably realising that it was wiser than just shaking me back to consciousness again.

He just drove.