Warning : prepare your tissues !

Mags..." Will breaths out and I turn my head in his direction just in time to see him slump against the wall and slowly fall towards the ground, all his energy being used up. I rush towards him in panic and fear, as I watch his eyes flutter open and close, fighting against his body to stay awake. No ! No ! NOOOO !

I fall to my knees once I am next to him, not caring for a second about the bruises that will appear on my knees later on. With my shaky hands I apply pressure to the wound, coating my palms in warm red blood. I can feel the blood drain from my face when I look up to him, unable to do anything against this horrific situation.

And he knows it.

His brown chocolate stare into my grey ones, glistening more and more as tears start to form in his eyes. Through the pain, he grabs my hand and entwines our fingers, as if he was holding on to find some more courage. I look down at our entwined fingers just to look back at him smiling tenderly, but weakly at me. It's as if I could see Life being sucked out of him, at each second that passes...

"At least you are not hurt..." he manages to say, before coughing brutally and gasping for air. He leans his head back against the wall to let out a shaky breath. "I am glad I met you Magnolia Knight, you know that ? At first-" he coughs again, his face scrunching in pain. " I thought I was gonna kill Jace, when he first assigned me t- to you. You aren't that bad after all."

I giggle just for a second, before it turns into cries, shaking my whole body with uncontrollable sobs. I grip harder Will's hand, as his lips tug upwards to give me a reassuring nod. If only he didn't give me that damn bullet proof vest... FUCK !

He did all this for me. Protecting me... for months... and I didn't even realise.

I close my eyes violently to muffle an other sob that wants to escape my throat, because hearing it makes everything just so much more real.

I only realise that I am crying when my vision is unclear as I apply pressure on Will's wound to prevent in from bleeding even more. There is so much blood now... I don't know what to do, especially now that we are stuck in the hallway with no escape in sight, and that the Italians can be heard in the other direction.

For a second I look at the white hallway and check the door, thinking of any possible opportunity, but the pressure of the current situation is blocking me from thinking clearly. I turn my head back to Will to see his eyes closed, blocking his chocolate brown eyes to meet mine.

"Will ?" I choke out and gently lay my hand on his cheek, waiting for him to respond.

"Please stay with me Will ! Pl-please..." I beg him to stay awake, asking him to fight just a little longer. I bit my lip so hard to the point where I can taste the awful metallic flavour of blood that was drawn from my under lip. I can't seem to find an end to this, as I grab Will's hand firmly to show him as much courage from me as I can.

"It's gonna be okay sweetheart." He whispers so quietly that I barely hear the words cross his trembling lips. Cold shivers run through his spine, as he slowly leans in to me.

Repetitively I shake my head from side to side. "You can do this... we-we will get help okay ?" I stutter, as yet others tears fall down my face. I don't even believe in my words myself, but he needs to keep fighting. He can't die...please. Not Will. Not William.

Two feet away from us is the door we originally tried to go through, and it suddenly gets kicked by someone on the other side, which makes me flinch in fear. I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries and instinctively I move my figure in front of Will so he is protected from the angle of the door.

"NO Mags, y-you need to back away from the door..." Will whispers weakly as he sees my intention in trying to protect him, even if it is in no use if a dozen of Italians suddenly burst through the door.

I ignore him completely, trembling with my whole body, as I keep my eyes fixed on the door. I stop breathing when I only hear silence for the next seconds, waiting for the worst to happen, and just like I thought an other powerful kick is send to the door, making it fly open.

It's over for us isn't it....

But no. It's no other Elijah.

With pure hate, I grab Will's gun in my head and point it directly at his head, while Elijah's eyes still search around cautions of the area. He freezes when he sees us on the ground and he stares at the gun in my hands, as I firmly remove the safety catch.

His hands slowly start to go upwards, showing signs of innocence, but I keep my grip firm on the gun, even if my hands start to shake from the fear I have for Will's life. The tears haven't stopped falling, even as I stare deep into Elijah's eyes that continuously look at Will's injury before moving back to myself.

"Magnolia... I am here to get you out..." Elijah breaths out, keeping his eyes on me and I can't hold in the urge to finally stop fighting and to make everything stop.

"It's no true" I whimper, no believing a word said by this traitor. But on the other hand, if I don't trust Elijah right now, Will is going to die, he is our only option. Somehow, my body resists and the gun in my hands still point towards Elijah, unwilling to drop it.

"I got Zaya out and now I am here to help you, so please... please Magnolia, let me..." he nearly begs and the name of his sister triggers something inside me to make me drop the gun. She was his only purpose to all of this and now she is safe...

Quickly Elijah kneels in front of us and examines my state, his look scanning me up and down.

"Will..." I breath out and let Elijah know that I am fine for the moment, but that Will is the one who needs the help the most. " Help me get him through the door please..." I whisper, a tint of hope in my voice that if we get through that door, there might be help in some sort.

I stare at Elijah's face, seeing him not moving one bit, as he analyses Will's wound, his face slowly darkening. I let out a sob, as I shake Elijah with my bloody hands to make him do something... anything...

he doesn't move.

His eyes tare away from Will to slowly and carefully look up to me with a look that says it all.

" NO !" I shout, unable to believe him and with the little strength I have left I push myself up the ground and start wrapping my arms around Will to make him stand up, but his body slumps against mine, completely empty of any energy to hold on. I refuse to let his and my weight make my knees buckle and the sobs just continuously leave my lips, as I try to walk towards the door without much of success. "I won't leave him here ! Why aren't you doing anything ? He-he is getting weaker by the minute..." I cry at Elijah who's eyes hold pain and pity as he looks at me as if I was a horrible and uncontrollable mess.

"Help me..." I beg Elijah and watch him through my teary eyes, as he stands up and takes one of Will's arms to wrap it around his shoulder, so we could by the two of us walk through the door.

"It-it's gonna be okay Will. You- you will get out here alive... look we are nearly there. Right ?" I ask Elijah, completely broken, but he doesn't dare to look at me, as he pulls Will arms of off him again. What ..? under the weight of Will's body I stare to lose balance, but I manage to lay him on the ground, gently placing his head on my lap, as I keep my gaze on Elijah. He closes the door we just walked through and locks it, before turning around towards us, keeping his gaze on the ground.

"We need to go !" I cry out to make Elijah hear me, which he does. But slowly he shakes his head.

"He is gone Magnolia." he says softly, but the words that pass his lips have the complete opposite effect on me. It's like I am stabbed in the chest a hundred times over and over again. But I don't believe him. He is lying. ALWAYS FUCKING LYING.

I look down at my lap that holds Will's head, ready to prove to Elijah that he is still fighting, but I find myself gasping for air at the view in front of me. Will's eyes are closed, not a single breath escaping through his lips, as he looks so peaceful in my lap. That's the moment I realise what is really happening.

I scream in agony, I scream in desperation, I scream for help, begging for someone to do something to save the life of a person that protected me, putting so much at risk... his own life at risk. I don't care if the Italians hear me, they can kill me, i don't care...

So I slowly and carefully lay his head on the cold ground and I move back, more and more, my eyes widened in horror.

"No...No ! NO ! NO !! NOOOO !"

Through my tears, I see the red color on my hands that shake violently. Blood. His blood. I brutally stop in my tracks, I feel the pain eat me from the inside, as I watch all this blood. With sudden gestures, I wipe them on myself, trying to make this awful colour leave my hands. But it's doesn't go away.

I am pulled back in contact with this world, when Elijah grips my hands tightly to press them firmly against his chest. I can only stare at our hands, as I begin to feel his heartbeat in his chest.

He is alive...

I am listening so intently at his heartbeat that I don't even hear the multiple footsteps that ring behind me, as I face the other side. I don't realise what is happening, until big hands land on my shoulders to make me turn around quickly. Only then do I realise, who I am facing. It's not Elijah anymore.

"Jace..."

I look up at him, meeting his eyes that are filled with pain, broken and I feel the urge to tell him that it will all be okay. I am so relieved to see him that I want to break down right there on the floor and never stand up again. Seeing him, shifts my emotions completely and I have the feeling that there might be hope again...

"You are here ! You can save him ! I know you can...Will, he-he is going to make it out alive... he is strong...He is still alive... I know he is... it-it's going to be okay Will... " I say hopeful and look at Jace to see his face painted with confusion, as he looks at me and then behind me, as if he saw something. Will is going to be okay, I know he is...

"Magnolia..." Jace breaths out staring at me, as if he was looking for an explanation of the situation. His arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer to him and he lays a hand in the back of my neck to make me look at him. Seeing his eyes, his stern face, his figure in front of me makes my heart beat again and the oxygen finally attain my lungs.

His eyes leave mine, slowly turning towards Elijah who is behind me and I watch his lips open;

"What is going on with her ?" His voice is trembling, as he asks the question that is not directed to me. It takes me a few seconds to comprehend his words and I shake my head in confusion.

"She is under shock. We need to get her out Jace. I don't know what they did to her..." Elijah answers his voice worried.

I am right here... I don't understand...

Fuck this chapter made me sob. I am sobbing guys.

My little Will is dead trying to protect Magnolia... and she is so much under shock, especially when she sees Jace, which makes her believe that he is still fighting for his life.

I tried to write the point of view of Magnolia as best as I could, mixing up pain, fear, desperation, shock and confusion.

I know you hate me for this.

But I had to.

Ps : I planned to kill him all along my loves, I have to be honest.

xx