Don't Wanna Say Goodbye

Time seemed to slow down for Charlie. Every motion in the chaos around her froze, but the battle going on right next to her was the last thing on her mind.

Her yellow eyes widened in shock and dismay at the scene several feet in front of her. An angel was poised to strike, Vaggie standing directly in its crosshairs, weaponless and stunned. Her spear lay useless on the ground a couple of feet away.

The angel aimed its blow and thrust the spear forward. Charlie  moved to run to her girlfriend, but everything was so slow. She wouldn't make it.

Vaggie didn't even have time to flinch.

Charlie wailed her name as the spear reached its mark. Vaggie's eye widened and she let out a pained grunt. She stumbled back and looked down in shock as the angel yanked the spear back out of her body. Vaggie looked back up at the angel, and just like that, reality snapped back into focus as Vaggie began to fall.

"Vaggie!" Charlie cried as she finally reached her girlfriend's side. Vaggie was lying on her back, gasping for breath. Charlie dropped to the ground beside her and pressed a hand to the wound in Vaggie's stomach.

"It's gonna be okay, Vaggie. Everything's gonna be fine, alright? I got you." She reassured, laying her other hand on Vaggie's forehead in an attempt to calm her. Vaggie winced and grabbed Charlie's arm in an effort to ground herself.

Vaggie's eye suddenly trained on something over Charlie's shoulder.

"Char- nn. Watch out!" Vaggie choked out.

Charlie turned her head just in time to see the same angel rearing to drive its spear right through her.

Before Charlie could react, gunfire struck the angel. It screeched dreadfully and fled, Angel Dust chasing with his tommys.

"Get somewhere safe, ya stupid broads!" He yelled as he ran past.

Charlie shook off her terror and turned back to Vaggie. The moth demon's eye was squeezed shut again and her breathing came in short gasps.

Charlie scooped Vaggie into her arms. Vaggie made a strained cry and gripped Charlie's shirt.

"Shh. It's okay. I'm getting you out of here." Charlie crooned. She stood up with Vaggie cradled in her arms and took off towards the hotel.

Vaggie whimpered with every step. Charlie glanced down at Vaggie as she ran. The poor moth didn't look good.
She was covered in blood and was shaking terribly. Her eye looked unfocused and hazy.

"Stay with me, Vaggie, okay? I'm gonna fix you up at the hotel." Charlie promised. She wasn't sure if the smaller woman even heard her.

When Charlie finally reached the hotel, she pounded on the door.

"Niffty! Let us in! Vaggie's hurt!" She bellowed. A moment later the door unlocked and Charlie burst in. Niffty slammed it back shut after her.

"Oh gosh! What happened?" The tiny demon squealed.

"An angel got her." Charlie answered quickly, as she took Vaggie to the couch.

Niffty gasped. "Oh no! But, Charlie, she'll surely d-" Charlie cut her off.

"No she won't!" She snapped, her eyes glowing red. Niffty didn't press any further.

Charlie laid Vaggie down gently on the couch. The little moth demon groaned and blinked open her eye.

"Charlie- ah! It hurts." She mumbled.

"I know. I know it does, but you're going to be okay." Charlie assured.