Summary: Snapshots of Thorne’s POV while Cress was in the suspension tank. Based off my @lunarheadcanons for the final chapters of Winter by Marissa Meyer.
Characters: Thorne, Cress, Wolf, Kai, Scarlet
Words: 3,527
Rating: K+/PG
There was too much blood.
He hadn’t known the red of it could be so intense, so bright. It seeped out of Cress’s stomach, covering—no, soaking—the butterfly dress she wore. Her little hands tried to cover up the hole he’d made with his knife, but it was no use.
There was too much blood.
Stabbed the girl he loved.
“Cress,” he choked out from where he lay injured on the ground.
He wanted to go to her, to help her, to get her to a doctor.
To take her in his arms and hold her.
But Levana could take control of his body again and he could make her death even more painful. Because with all that blood, how could anything else but death be imminent?
He could only watch her die.
The tears that streamed down her face mirrored his own.
And now it was too late. She would die thinking that he hadn’t meant it. She didn’t know that he’d never meant anything more in his life.
“I love you, Cress,” he said, another sob escaping him with the words.
But her face was so pale where she lay and her eyes were getting that distant look that he’d seen in the net dramas she loved so much. She hadn’t heard him. She still didn’t know.
A pair of feet appeared by her side and Thorne jerked his eyes up to a massive, hulking figure. One of Levana’s mutants. Don’t touch her, he wanted to scream. He would get up and risk Levana taking control of his body again. There was no way he was going to let Cress’s last breath be taken by one of the wolf soldiers while he just laid there watching.
He struggled to his feet, pain exploding in his hand, but he bit it down.
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