Passion Untold: A Linctavia FanFic

Confusion

A.N After the atrocities of last nights episode I have decided I want to keep this fanfiction up on Wattpad. The reason is to relive the best parts of Linctavia in ways that Jason Rothenburg could never give us. We will all pretend that Lincoln is still alive and well. May we meet again Lincoln. Jus drein jus drain.
Update: It makes me sick that Jason bullied Ricky. Absolutely sick. It disappoints me that that is the reason that we lost #linctavia and #rickywhittle.

The moment he opened his eyes, Lincoln knew something was terribly wrong. The fire was extinguished. In the corner of the cave was a girl dressed in a ratty, thin tank top. Over this she wore a worn jean jacket that was adorned with countless patches. Her black cargo pants were ripped in a small area above the knee. She bled profusely from a cut on her thigh.
He rose from the furs layered over the dirt. This event held a degree of familiarity. He couldn't place the identity of the girl. No matter how hard Lincoln tried, he couldn't remember the name of the girl. All that he thought however was that he had to help her. The girls face was already ashen. She would not survive without his help.