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10K❤️ Imagine trying to find Shawn, but hardly able to walk.
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"Stay awake, please stay awake."
His voice was closer now—real, strained, real—but my eyes kept fluttering, like the world was a dim room and someone was slowly turning down the lights.
"Shawn?" I whispered again, even though he had already answered.
"I'm here. I'm right here." His hands were on my face—warm, shaking—and I leaned into them instinctively.
"You're cold," he said, voice tight. "You're freezing."
"Just tired." My words slurred. "I just... need to sleep."
"No. No, hey—look at me." His thumb brushed under my eye, catching a tear. "Don't sleep. Not yet. You hit your head, and your leg—Marky, you need to stay awake for me, okay?"
His voice was breaking. Shawn never let his voice break.
"Your leg..." he swallowed hard, breath catching, "—it's bad. I'm gonna fix the wrap, but you have to stay with me. Can you do that?"
I nodded, but my body didn't move.
Shawn exhaled like he'd been underwater too long.
"Okay. Okay." He adjusted his weight, kneeling in front of me, hands trembling as he touched the makeshift bandage.
"Where's—" I struggled to breathe, "—Lewis?"
"He's... looking for more survivors. But he told me where you were." A soft, bitter laugh fell out of him. "He said you refused to sit down."
"He doesn't... get it... I needed you."
Shawn froze.
His breath hitched. His forehead pressed to mine. Then—
"You found me," he whispered.
Something warm fell against my cheek—his tears.
"I thought I lost you," he said again, voice cracking harder this time. "I thought—God—when the plane hit—Marky—"
His words dissolved. I could hear his breathing shake. He was trying so hard to hold it together.
My hand lifted—barely—and caught his shirt.
"You survived..." I breathed.
"So did you," he said, a soft, shaking smile breaking through the panic. "We survive this. Remember?"
I nodded, weakly. Barely.
My vision started to fade again—edges softening, world blurring.
"Hey—no—no, no, no—Marky." He tapped my cheek, gentle but frantic.
"Stay with me."
"I'm trying..." I whispered.
"I know." His arms came around me—lifting me against his chest—wrapping me in warmth, in safety, in him.
The world was fading, but Shawn was the one thing that didn't fade.
"I've got you," he murmured into my hair. Soft. Fierce. Breaking.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Just stay with me."
His voice.
His heartbeat.
His hands holding me up when my own body couldn't.
Safe. I felt safe.
Even here.
Even now.
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