Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Delirious

*A81C7's POV*

Everything is fading around me, trees blur to blobs, clouds seem to swirl in the sky, and the ground tilt back and forth around me.

I struggle to maintain consciousness, along with ignoring the pain from my wound. It hurts much more now that someone is putting pressure on it, though I cannot see who. At least the blood flow should be lessened.

My eyelids flutter closed, before I snap them open again. I cannot fall asleep. If I do I might never wake up again.

Though I cannot finish my thoughts clearly, speak, or see clearly around me, I know that others have followed. They did not want to leave me behind, and I seem to have a plan. Some may want to help me, and others need a plan, but whatever their reason they are here now.

I hear noise around me, but do not try to discern their voices. I am barely awake, and that is much too hard.

After a few miles of running and jogging while someone carries me, I realize we now need to go another direction.

I will not make it to the pack alive, and we are close to my old home. Mor's home. My first home, and there is a small shop further in town. I remember seeing some first aid supplies there. Not many, but some.

"Left" I murmur.

I hear noise around me, but we do not change directions. They either did not hear me or are not listening. I am going to assume the formal. The latter would not be good, it would almost guarantee my death.

I gather my breath and speak again, "Left" as loud as possible.

I reality, it only comes out as a loud whisper, but that is all I can manage. My lungs burn, and bruises from the impact on the ground ache, but that is not the worst.

The worst is the searing pain through my back across my side, where my wound lies. It feels as if a thousand small knives are stabbing me over and over, and I can feel the blood all over myself and my clothes.

It is quite disgusting, and it must be on some of the others who have tried to help me or carry me as well.

I then see something, or rather someone.

I see him.

He is standing right there, a few feet ahead of us. I almost try to call out to him, but when I try to breathe more deeply a pain distracts me.

Then, as soon as he appeared, he was gone. He dissolved, leaving nothing behind.

It was not real

He is dead. I will never see him again, but, I really thought... just for a second... that he was here again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I need to remember he is dead.

"Need... medical... go store, third store," I tell whoever is carrying me, hoping they understand and listen. I do not know how much longer I will be able to speak clearly for, since I have already begun hallucinating... it is not looking very good.

I hear someone, and turn my head slightly. Then I see them, J24 and O73.

They are standing, right there, in front of me.

"You... died," I say to them.

"It should have been you," They both scream at the same time, "You should have helped us, but you just cried like a child and ran!"

"No, no... I tried! J24, O73, I tried!There was nothing I could have done," I choke out through withheld tears.

"You didn't save us," They say again.