I looked down at him, gasping for air. His fingers manage to latch onto one of mine, trembling.
"Calum, you need to let go" I choked out. "If you do, it will hurt a whole lot less."
My heart ached just by saying that. He shook his head with what little energy he had left.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all I saw was red. It spurred out as he coughed and his chocolate brown eyes stared at me, glistening.
It was close to the end. I turned back to see the other three in just as bad conditions, but they were going to make it.
"Don't speak." I hushed him. His hand clenched onto my shirt, staining it some more.
"Is it," he managed to say, "Its going to stop hurting right?" he kept gasping, his words slurring some more, the pauses in-between them becoming longer.
I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I nodded my head vigorously.
He managed to giggle. "You look beautiful" he smiled weakly.
"You're dying." I whispered back, my throat tightened. He looked up at me and nods.
"I know, but you're still beautiful."