angst. Because I'm in the mood for angst.
Summary: Ryan watched the ceiling of the Hacketts house slowly turn black, Laura and Chris were by his side screaming for him to wake up. Nothing was working.
Notes: major character death, angst, violence, and cussing.
Au: they broke the curse while fighting Chris because I say so don't ask questions, the curse was broken before ryan was heal therefore he is stuck with his injuries.
Chris slowly fell into his human form, sweat and blood coating his body.
Laura and Travis were talking in the back corner, they were coated in blood too.
Ryan laid on the ground across from Chris, he held his side while he watched the roof turn black.
He laid emotionless waiting for curse to heal him, "Laura" he called out without moving his head.
Chris heard him talk and didn't take a second to slide over, trying his best not to move him.
"Laura," Ryan yelled starting to panic, "no, no Chris no" he cried out
Laura pushed Chris aside and kneel down beside him, "w-why, why isn't he heal chr- Travis, why isn't he healed"
Chris sat shocked in the corner, the wound looked horrific but the sight of the boy he loved like a son was worse.
"I- he must, the curse broke to soon, he, he didn't get to heal in time" he said sadly looking away
Laura mumbled a few curses then lifted Ryan up, "fuck, Chris, okay," she set him down again realizing she wasn't able to carry him, "Chris we need to get him to the lodge, I can, I can wrap it up there"
Chris didn't reply he just picked up Ryan and followed lead.
Dylan paced back and forth on the front step of the lodge, he waited patiently for Ryan to walk through the woods, the curse was broken now, Caleb was there to prove it.
"What if they left, like him and the pirate girl" Dylan said walking over to Kaitlyn and Jacob.
"Pirate girl?" Jacob asked, only to be ignored
"Dude why would they" Kaitlyn responded
Like as if summond, Travis pulled up next to the lodge, nearly hitting Emma,Abi, and Nick.
The door opened and Chris walked out, they all swarmed him, cursing him out and yelling at him
Laura stepped out after walking past them all to find max quick
Dylan watched her leave and connect the puzzles "where is he" Dylan said, his voice raising above everyone else's.
Chris nodded towards the backseat, ryan was laying in the back, a loose wrap around his chest.
"Laura's grabbing better first aid and 911 is coming-" Chris cut himself off by looking at Dylan arm. "Dylan" he said softly
"You don't get to sound upset, this is your fault" Dylan said, his voice lowering. Kaitlyn watched as Dylan pushed Chris aside and slide into the back seat, lifting Ryan's head so it was on his lap.
"Dylan," Ryan practally yelled, trying to sit up, "your alive," he whispered being pushed back down by Laura, who was back with medical.
"Keep your eyes open," Dylan said watching Ryan drift off
"Mm" he mumbled trying his best.
"Ryan," Dylan said again anxiously, "please dude you need to stay awake"
"Dylan," Ryan mumbled in response
Laura finished wrapping the wound, looking up at Dylan for help, "he lost a lot of blood, I know it's hard but if he falls asleep he could slip into a coma, press hard onto for me please" she finished trying her best to grab her things, "use one hand to put pressure and lay the other one out the door so I can wrap it better,"
"Why should I trust you," he said, shaking Ryan's face a bit
"You can trust her," Ryan mumbled trying to look at dylans arm, "I'm sorry" he said fighting the tiredness
Dylan rolled his eyes and put his arm out the door so Laura could help him
Once she was done she closed the door, leaving Dylan and ryan alone completely for the first time since.
"Ryan, I'm so sorry, I should've went with you"
"Mm'no because your safer" Ryan mumbled, he didn't make sense but Dylan understood him.
"I really like you ryan, like a lot, and if one of us, you know" Dylan felt tears pour put of his eyes
"I really like you" Ryan said opening his eyes the most he could to see Dylan, " it hurts so much"
Dylan leaned down and kissed Ryan, it was slow and sweet, it meant way more then the campfire kiss.
Ryan lifted a arm to whipe away a tear from dylans face, "is it broken? The curse" Ryan said pulling away
"Yes" Dylan said smiling through the tears, "you saved us" Dylan said laughing dryly. At what cost, he thought
"Thank you Dylan," Ryan mumbled sounding distanct
"Just focus on staying awake okay" Dylan said feeling uneasy
Ryan's body twitch a bit, he pressed harder into Dylan, "i felt weird Dylan, I'm ding dylan" Ryan panicked.
Dylan felt the same fear, slamming his elbow onto the window to get someone's attention. Laura noticed quickly and rushed over, opening the door to the other side
"Laura, I'm dying" Ryan mumbled, "I don't want to die Laura"
"Calm down, breathe in and out" She moved him out of the car and onto the ground outside, hoping the air will help him breathe.
"Dylan, dylan" Ryan mumbled trying to look around
"Stay still Ryan," Chris said, helping Laura put pressure to the wound.
"No, no I'm dying, wheres Dylan"
Chris shook his head, putting more pressure to the wound. "Your not dying Ryan"
Ryan's looked up at Chris, tears rolling out of his eyes, "please" Ryan said out of breath
Dylan stood beside Kaitlyn and Jacob, noth of hem holding him back at Chris request.
"Your not dying ryan" Chris repeated, he sounded annoyed.
Ryan felt his vision bump in and out, a wave of nausea hit him, making him throw up. He couldn't talk anymore, he couldn't move, he like death.
A ringing sound played through Chris's ears as he felt Ryan's body go limp, his pulse slowing down to a stop.
He started doing cpr quickly, feeling his ribs break underneath him, "Wake up" Chris screamed, "wake up" he sobbed slowing down the cpr.
Dylan collapsed to the ground despite Kaitlyn and Jacob trying to hold him up. He couldn't feel anything, he could only see Ryan's body.
He broke out of their grips and ran over to Ryan, skinning his knees in the processes. "Ryan, ryan" he said normally.
"Wake up" he said, "fuck," he whispered.
Dylan woke up 4 days later, surrounded by friends,but not Ryan.
And that's all that mattered to him.
