WROTE WHEN I WAS LISTENING TO “BROKEN” BY SEETHER.
PRETTY AWESOME. LOL BAD WRITING FTW.

“Please wake up,” Belinda whispered as she placed her hand on his chest, “Efraym, stop being an idiot.”

He shuddered, and slowly opened his eyes, the cave lights dancing in his eyes, “Ba.. linda..... are you okay?” Coughing he struggled to sit up, and Belinda gently pushed him back to the cave floor. She didn’t have much to say, so she just nodded her head weakly.

“I’m sorry,” Elliott paused, and took a deep, painful breath, “I... should be better... at this.”

“It’s fine,” she reached down, touching his hand lightly. It was covered in blood, looking not much different from the rest of him in terms of color – except his eyes. They still shined that same blue. The same way they did when he was Elliott and the way they did now that he was dying. Swallowing, Belinda tried to find words, but nothing would come out instead of a faint whine. After a few tries, Elliott spoke, “Sweetheart. If... I’m dying... please don’t be like this. It’s my own fault...”

“But-but,” she stuttered, and Elliott – deciding he was well enough to lean up again – sat up and hugged Belinda, who was still on her knees.

“It’s okay now, I remember everything,” he whispered, and she gasped, “How long have you known? Efraym – Elliott...”

“Only a few minutes, since the claw was pulled,” When he said this, Belinda realized her white shirt had turned red, and she was covered in blood. She jerked away, and without the support Elliott fell forward into the smooth stone ground.  

“Oww...” Moaning softly, he whispered, “Next time... tell me when you’re going to... do that...”

Watching him lay defenseless on the ground, unable to pull him self up again, Belinda finally realized there wasn’t going to be a next time - and that in a matter of minutes he’d be gone.  

“Sorry,” reaching under him, Belinda tried to pull Elliott back up, but without his help her tired arms weren’t enough. Then he started to cough, drops of red staining the ground, “What do I do now?” She cried, and for the first time since she had been young, tears streamed down her face.

She lowered Elliott to the ground, and he continued to choke while she cried.

“What do I do God, what do I do?!” her voice filled the cave, and all that returned was an echo.

When she looked back at Elliott, he was perfectly still, curled up with his head resting on his hands. Just like he had fallen asleep the night before – though something told her that this time he wouldn’t wake up. She leaned over him, biting her lip as she pushed his curled brown hair away from his eyes. They were closed. Then she listened for his breaths – just in case – and grabbed his wrist to see if his heart was still beating. And they weren’t – just like the rest of Elliott they were gone.

(WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY!?)