❛ don’t you die on me. ❜ for mike :') @survivcrsgvilt
He can hear her. The urgent words slithering through his mind leave the hairs on his arm raised, the searing hands attached to that voice clutching at his face. His eyes are just so heavy, they weigh him down. There isn't enough strength in him to pry them open before the voice gets louder, nails biting into the flesh of his face. It's the call of his name that makes his brain spike, heart stuttering in his chest as he fights through the dense fog in his thoughts. It's sticky and heavy, wet like sludge holding him back as he fights to the forefront; the name of that voice running away from him. He can feel the desire to simply give up settle on his shoulders, heavier and pressing as he claws toward that voice. Why was he so tired? Where was he? Questions rolled beneath his skin, mind beginning to drag itself closer to the surface as he hears that voice again followed by another. It's – it's Elena. Lighting strikes him. Burning through every nerve in his body he is on fire, pain chewing at each fiber of his being as his green eyes peel open weakly.
There she is, hovered above him. It's visceral the memory that tears through him from head to toe, the recurring terror sinking into his chest as he envisions the gaping maw that had torn into his shoulder. Nerves snap as he remembers the way his skin felt being pried off his own body and bone, the free running blood that steals his heat away as it flees onto the asphalt. Mike can’t feel his left arm as it lays limp at his side, drenched in blood it looks fake. Like a halloween prop, but it isn't the steady growing pool beneath him stealing all his energy as he fights to keep looking at Elena. Her hands hold him desperately and he can feel it, the way every muscle and tendon in her delicate hands are taunt. It was always going to end, but never did he believe that he would be put in his fathers shoes once more. Lips part and air is sucked down into his drowning throat, the words he’s forming hasty and coated in thick blood. “ s’okay – e….elena. “
