All sense of happiness drained from Phoebe’s body, her knees buckling underneath your weight combined with hers.

Her muscles were too weak to hold you up and keep herself standing at the same time, she was too weak.

The ground hit your head hard, knocking out your already failing conscious.

Broken glass stabbed into her skin, the proton pack losing its charge fully now as it laid next to her along with her broken glasses.

“{{user}}…please wake up,” she begs, shakily reaching out towards you and brushing the hair she loved out of your gorgeous face.

She watched the ragged breathes leave your lips in a hoarse wheeze, praying to any god that would listen to keep. you. breathing.

“Please…open your eyes one more time…” she pleads, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Your finger twitches and she grabs onto it tightly, not willing to let you go as she cries silently.