(Season 3 - Hotel Oblivion, running to the lobby after fighting the guardian with Ben, Five and Sloane)

You couldn't go on anymore.

You stopped. The others kept running. Five turned back to see you leaning against the wall, face twisted in agony as you pressed a hand to the gash the guardian's axe made on your stomach to try to stem the steady flow of blood. It was no use.

"Five..." your voice trembled as you looked up at him through painful tears, shaking your head and trying to swallow down the lump in your throat. His eyes widened slightly.

"No." he crossed back over to you in three strides, hand hovering over yours, which was still covering the giant cut on your stomach. Your breath came in erratic gasps as you doubled over in pain. He placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him. "Come on, we have to go."

"I can't." you replied helplessly, trying to take a step forward and stumbling, gripping onto the wall again as another wave of pain spread from your wound through the rest of your body. He reached out on instinct, ready to catch you if you fell, but you could see the barely concealed panic in his eyes.

"You can, please- you can. You have to." he insisted, but you heard the slight crack in his voice, betraying the emotions he was trying so desperately to hide.

You shook your head again, wincing as his hand brushed over the wound. He looked down at the gash again, at the blood pouring from it and let out a string of curses. It was bad and you both knew it.

"Just go." you managed to get out through gritted teeth and laboured breaths.

Five was already shaking his head vehemently. "No." "Five-" "I said no. I won't leave you. I won't let you die."

Before you could protest, he scooped you up in his arms effortlessly, adjusting you so you were as comfortable as you could be before running after the others again.

He tried not to panic too much about how limp and lifeless you already felt in his arms.