That's when you came to me
I could hear him on the other side of the door, running and hitting it with his shoulder. I could almost see the look of determination on his face through the haze of pain I'd been living in.
There was nothing but fighting day and night for nearly a week. If we fell asleep we were dead. There was no end to the Heartless.
We could hear a faint yell: "if that's you take out the keyblade and help me!"
In the moment that Mickey turned to unlock the door the Heartless had become aggressive. An Angel Star aimed for his exposed back, seeing the opening as if it were a target painted on his shirt.
There was nothing for it. I dove before him, taking a blow to the chest. My breath gone, I slumped to the ground and watched in amazement as Mickey summoned all of his remaining magic. He fired round after round of magic into the crowd of Heartless, dropping all of them to the ground.
I felt his sure hands lifting on my shoulders. "There's not much time," he said.
I stood slowly, feeling oddly wet and realizing numbly that I was bleeding. My legs could hardly support me; my head was swimming and the light before me blurred and swirled in a way I couldn't understand.
There was only one very clear thought in my head. I have to see him one last time.