Authors note: Well, I'm pretty sure I'm just going to leave this a one-shot. Unless I find some inspiration to write more or you guys really want me to. Please review!
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Cece P.O.V.
Squinting into the darkness of the closet I'd just been shoved in I tried to see. I found a slight amount of light came from below the door so I could barely see. I cringed hearing what sounded like a fight of sorts.
All of the sudden the noises stopped and I leaned my aching body closer to the door. I placed my ear on the door, straining to hear anything at all. I jumped back when the doorknob rattled. As I was suddenly blinded by light I heard someone gasp. When my vision stopped being so spotty and I could somewhat see again I saw who it was.
I saw Jason Dilaurentis surrounded by bright lights. The sight made me think he was an angel, that I had died. "Jason?" I whispered out, my voice hoarse, not sure if I should trust my sight. "Am I dead?" I asked, not only did it sound hoarse, but it sounded small and weak.
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Jason P.O.V.
Moving quickly through the burning building I tried to locate her. I ran through the house but she wasn't anywhere to be found. An older guy in the house yelled at me, I tried to help him but he wasn't having that. He started swinging his fists at me and I had no choice but to pull him along and try and get him out anyway.
I ran back in and noticed a closet I hadn't seen before. I yanked the door open and gasped, I'd finally found her and she was covered in bruises and didn't seem to realize the building was burning down. She had been locked in. "Jason?" she asked, "Am I dead?" she seemed to have lost all hope and the light was fading from her eyes.
"Not if I can help it. I'm going to get you out of here." I told her as I pulled her into my arms. After she was securely in my arms I made a dash for the door and barely got us outside before the framework started collapsing.
Carefully I set her down on one of the gurneys in an ambulance. Turning to a nurse I asked, "Can I stay with her? She doesn't have anyone and hates hospitals." I was beyond worried and would beg if I had to but the nurse gave me a once over and said, "Sit down, let's go!" Sitting down next to her I grabbed her hand and pleaded with her. "C'mon Cece. Stay awake with me."
"I'm so tired Jay." She murmured, immediately after she said this she started coughing violently. I tried as best I could to help soothe her and stop her coughing fit. I held her hand and tried to keep her awake by singing softly by her ear, she always loved it when I sang to her.