you've got to carry your heart like a torch in the night.

[metamorphotic]

un: justnick

"It's Nick. You know what to do."

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The night before the executions.

[itwasworthit]

How Will had convinced her to key him in? Who knew, but when he was drug away with Vergil and Mello, he expected they were really and truly fucked. They all knew the risks, they all knew what could happen, and yet he didn't ever really worry about himself. Until he was surrounded by guards. This was worse than when he was caught after a botched bank robbery. AT least then they just beat him and hung him and he got himself down later.

This time, it HURT, really hurt. Even with his healing he was still bleeding a lot as he ran through the rainy streets. He felt like he was a young man again running from being caught by the guards just before he was drug to the firing squad. He wasn't running to death tonight, but from it. He was soaked and bleeding badly as he reached her door and let himself in. As soon as he was through the treshold he hit the ground, on his hands and knees letting out the scariest kind of deep breaths, almost as if on the verge of a panic attack, water and blood pooling from him. "Nick!" He called as soon as he could gather enough breath. His body screaming for sleep while his mind screamed sleep meant death.

[metamorphotic]

Nick’s a night owl anyway, but it’s been nigh impossible for her to sleep more than an hour or so at a stretch since the warehouse. She hasn’t even bothered to try yet tonight, convinced that every single small creak of the old building is an Iteration sneaking in to capture her, so she’s wide awake and already heading for the living room by the time Will calls her name.

“Shit,” she says to the sight that greets her, then repeats the curse in rapid succession like a chant as she races toward Will and drops to her knees next to him, arms out to pull him up and support him. “Will! Will, stay with me - tell me what happened - where are you hurt?”

[itwasworthit]

He shouldn't have come but he didn't know where else to go. What else to do. He was hacking hard when she came up to him. Helping pull him up. At least he had always been light and small. A trait that saved his life more than once in the past. He moved both arms around her for support while trying to will his body to move with her.

"I'm dying, it'll pass, don't worry about it. Just help me get somewhere I won't stain." He spoke through the pain. He knew he would have to plain but right now it hurt to much. "I need some water, Nick." He spoke coughing again as he moved with her.