Disclaimer: Now, here I think I'm supposed to write that I don't own Tangled. Ok. I don't own Tangled. Happy now?
He was dying, he knew that. Without help he wouldn't last even five more minutes. Yet still he fought to stop Rapunzel from healing him. He asked himself why. Did he really care about her? Really? Part of him wanted her to help him, take away the pain. But another part of him screamed for him to stop her, or she would be lost forever. Was he Flynn Rider, a thief without a care for anyone but himself? Or... His life slowly leaving him, Eugene Fitzherbert reached up and cut Rapunzel's hair. He wasn't Flynn Rider the thief anymore.
A/N: my first entry on this site! This was just a random drabble that was floating around my head for a few days. Please review!