Hey guys, long time no see! I know I haven't posted in yonks, but that's life I'm afraid. I had more of these to post but they got fried with my old laptop. Thank the creation of this chapter to an encouraging guest reviewer who got me motivated :) Love you guys!

Summary He would miss his sister most of all.

POV Third

It hurt. It hurt so much to breathe. There was something protruding from his torso and Andre could feel the blood slowly leaking out of him from different parts of his battered body.

He opened his mouth, feebly trying to call for help, but his voice got stuck in his throat, blood spitting out onto his chin. Andre blinked back tears. Was this how it was going to end? After all those stupid parties and insincere connections? He would give anything to be able to hold hands with someone he cared about at that moment.

His breath faltered in his chest. What about the others? Where were they? Were they okay? Andre felt his breaths pulling in shorter and shorter as he panicked, his eyes wildly searching the dark around him, the only parts of his body he could move.

There. He could see her. Thank god, Lissa, she was okay. He could see her, her back hunched, but on her knees and alive and moving. "L-lissa`" he managed to croak out. She didn't hear him.

He could hear her crying, but she still couldn't hear him and he was trying so hard, he just needed her to hear him, he needed her help, he needed her there please Lissa just turn around, look at me, look at me!

But she just continued to cry louder and louder, her hands clutched at a body in front of her. Rose. Andre blinked, a small trickle of blood obscuring his vision. His mouth softened, and his heart started hurting. He wouldn't be able to get her attention like this.

Rose mattered to much, and maybe her too still body wasn't dead after all. Maybe Lissa's meagre first aid training could save her, and then she would turn around and see her big brother and she could help him too-

Andre started sobbing, still too quiet for his baby sister to hear. He could tell. He knew. By the time Lissa would take notice of him, if she did at all, it would be too late. Even if there were emergency vehicles there right now, he doubted they could save him. He'd lost too much blood. Andre couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

But even still, as his tears and blood mixed together, Andre couldn't help but plead with all his might that she might just turn around, please Lissa, he begged internally. He knew he was going to die, couldn't he just hold on to his sister's hand one last time?

Andre still couldn't help but stare lasers in his sisters side, aching for her to turn around. It was because he watched with such intensity that he even witnessed what happened next. Rose, whom he'd been so certain was dead, with a dark pool of blood beneath her, Lissa's best friend, moved. It wasn't just a finger twitch, she let out a gasp, as if she needed to make up for the lack of oxygen in her body.

Lissa's sobs became ones of relief, and Andre stared in wonder. He knew his sister was special, that there was something about her that defied the odds. He supposed her best friend would have to have some of that luck rubbed off on her.

Bitterly, his lips struggled to quirk into a smirk. If only some of that luck had rubbed off onto him too. He wish it were he that lay there, unconscious yet breathing and not on the verge of death. But he supposed there wasn't much point in thinking like that. Especially seeing as some part of him told him Rose would be a better person for Lissa to keep in the wake of this awful, awful accident.

It hurt him to know that, but at least he had the consolation that Lissa still looked up to him. He knew his struggles and fallacies would have been revealed eventually, but he was glad he would never have to see that look of disappointment on her face.

He was glad, he thought, breath wheezing out for one last time, that his little sister at least hadn't witnessed him die, even as one last tear drop fell down his face and his fervent wish for someone to hold his hand stayed unfulfilled.

His hand twitched once, before laying still, untouched.