raven when you're dying. you had been stabbed in the stomach by a grounder, and your time was quickly running out. raven was aware of this, and was trying to comfort you. she was doing her best not to let the hot tears fall down her cheeks, but it wasn't good enough. she broke."just-just hold on Y/N!" raven cried, stroking your cheek with one hand and pressing on the wound in your stomach with the other, attempting to slow the blood loss.
it was never enough. no matter how much she begged and cried, nothing could stop your eyes fluttering closed and your last exhale.
❛ no, Y/N please, please don't leave me! ❜
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Fanfiction- imagines + preferences for 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝. [ requests available for prompts, check "prompts" ] lowercase intended includes blood/injury mention, possible implied smut, swearing, angst etc.