Short Story: Uri's Agony

"Are you okay?" He questioned,his voice was filled with compassion towards me and I smiled from where I lay.

“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

"Oh my god are you okay?" Allison asked, and rushed over to her trying to make sure Braeden was

Tom slowly rolled onto his back, his breath catching in his throat as a sharp pain flared in his ribs. “I’m fine,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“I’m good, I’m great!” She smiled up at him; she found his other hand resting on her shoulder.

Holding vigil, Tabitha sat at his bedside talking to him, as he lay there unresponsive. Despite there being no chance of improving his current state, she remained resolute. She owed him that much, especially after readily accepting his death without the benefit of a body for confirmation after the flood. Mourning Jon was a feat in itself, and now she was on the verge of losing Marc all over again.

“It’ll be okay, ‘zil. I promise,” he whispered, trying to sound reassuring. She shuddered slightly, but otherwise remained still.

"I’m okay. What about you?" He draws his words out and takes steps back at the same time so she doesn’t notice just how much he’s shying away from her. He wants to keep his distance. He’s still upset. Way too upset to kiss her or even subtly brush hands with her when it’s too dark to make out each other’s features.

“Are you alright?” Cas asked after a few moments, turning to look at her with soft and concerned eyes. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

" Well worry about someone else. I'm fine. I'm always fine.", she sighed in exasperation. She was never fine and they both knew it.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." he said, hesitant with his words. Anybody could tell he was lying, that nothing was fine; his eyes gave it away. They made him look so helpless, so

“I’m ok, I’m ok,” croaked Jack. His head feebly shifted from side to side. Jack’s eyes began to flutter. He could see his mother kneeling in front of him.

" It's fine, I feel a lot better and my voice is coming back' I answered him

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. It's that Chica was chasing me," You explained weakly and coughed a bit. Springtrap held you close to his chest and started to stroke your (h/c) hair in a soothing manner. He rested his chin on your head as you tried to breathe properly again.