Disclaimer: The show is not mine and neither are the characters. I'm just a fan.
Spoilers ahead: Do NOT read if you are behind on The Blacklist. This fanfic is based on the events of season 5, episode 8.
All I wanted was for Liz to know the truth. If I knew it would've ended up like this maybe I would have done things differently. Now it's too late. Here we are dying in the back seat of Red's car. I don't care if I die. Honestly, I didn't think it would be like this. I've done some crazy shit in my life. I've survived worse. I always find a way out. But, I would be okay if this was it for me. I just want Liz to live. She can't die. Not now, not like this. Agnes needs Liz. She needs me too but maybe she will be safer without me. I just drag them into my messes.
Goddammit! Why did I have to call her? She would've been worried about me, sure. But, she wouldn't be here right now. She would've been safe. She wouldn't be fighting for her life. This is all my fault. Maybe Red was right. I should've dropped the suitcase while I had the chance. Was it worth it? She deserves to know the truth. Will I ever get to tell her though? I don't know.
"L…L…L…Liz?"
"Tom."
"Liz…stay with me," I plead, "I need you."
"P…promise…you'll tell Agnes about me," she replies weakly.
"Liz, I won't have to."
I watch helplessly as she starts to drift off into unconsciousness. Red and I share a knowing glance. We're in trouble.
"Liz?"
"Come on," I cry, "I can't live without you."
Her eyes close and I feel her body go limp. No, it can't be. "Liz?" No reply. I reach for her wrist to check for a pulse. It's weak but I haven't lost her…yet. I rest my head beside hers. The movement startles her. A moment of relief as she opens her eyes.
"I…I…. I…love…you," she stutters.
"I love you…too."
My eyes are heavy now. I am trying to resist. I don't want to close my eyes. I need to stay awake. I overhear Dembe tell Red that we are almost to the hospital. I feel a tinge of hope. The feeling is short-lived. She's fading again and so am I. The world goes black.