583 Frayed (1)

"Don't you dare die on me, Chris!" Katherine pleaded, her heart pounding so fast and loud in her chest as she watched him suck in the pain. He had been through so much the last few weeks, and his body suffered so many wounds. He was just healing, and now he's bleeding again. 

Damien came with Amelia, and he bent to their level, saying, "Come on, I'll support you." He began to carefully place his hand under Chris's head to assist him up. At the moment, he could only see someone dear to Katherine who was in bad shape. Despite his differences with the man, he wanted to extend help.

Chris coughed up blood. His breathing shallowed, and then he shook his head. "It's too late," he uttered in a weak voice.

"We're going home, Christopher. We're getting help," said Amelia as he held his other hand. She sounded calm, but her eyes were laced with worry. "Styles, we have a man down. We need help," she spoke through the comms.