Emma was desperately trying to remain conscious. All of the color had drained from her face, and her breaths were labored. She could hear what was going on around her, but everything was steadily becoming black. She blinked rapidly and tried to hold onto Wyatt, though her grip was slack. She could see that Kyle was unmoving, and she tried her best to focus her attention on Wyatt.
"Good job, kiddo," she said, managing a smile through her pain and coughs of blood. She wasn't going to make it. She was fighting it tooth and nail, but she knew. She just wondered if Wyatt knew, too.
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