When worlds collide

Kicking and squeezing

Ben's POV

Tomorrow is the final day, the new moon is tomorrow night, her timer runs out then, I'm just sat at her bedside again and this time I'm not leaving until she's either back in my arms or dead, there is no leaving until then, she only has a few purple locks left, it's so strange seeing her without the purple hair, she's even paler than she was before, her breathing has become very shallow and her pulse is so weak that it's borderline nonexistent at this point, I'm holding her hand with one of my hands while the other is on her stomach, I still have trouble believing there's a baby in there, my baby, it's just insane, how she must be feeling, if she can even feel anything at all, if she comes back then we're going to have to decide what to do, I mean I want to keep her, but if Mal doesn't I'll have to respect that, and I will, but we might mot even get to have that conversation, I'm deep in thoughts of nothing when suddenly I feel it, kicking coming from inside Mal's belly, the baby's kicking, hard, and then just to go with it Mal starts squeezing my hand, I hear a voice, just a whisper, a very queue whisper, so quiet I can barely even hear it but I can make out the one word, and that one word is all I need

"Ben" it was her voice, she's not awake, her eyes aren't even open but it was her voice, enough to know she's aware, she still knows what's going on, there's still a chance

"I'm here baby, come on, come back to me, please" she's got to, she will come back, she just will, I know it, she's a fighter she'll put everything she has into it, I just hope that's enough