Chapter thirty-two: A Sad (Short) Chapter
Barry began to become light headed, he knew it he was dying...He could feel it as he collasped to the ground. He heard the basilisk fall to the ground, moaning and hissing as it slowly died of blood loss. Half heartedly he pulled the fang out of his arm and threw it aside. He felt a bird land lightly on his shoulder and felt it's cool tears flow into his wound. He heard Minnie, Jub, Don, Jonny and Nick fall to the ground next to him, trying to tell if he was still alive, while Andy sobbed near by.
"Is the Basilisk dead?" he groaned, taking all his effort to speak.
"He's alive! He's going to be fine! Barry's alive!"
"H-He is?" Andy sobbed.
"Yea! He's fine!"
Barry tried to shake his head,
"Guys...I'm dying."
Silence fell upon the group, the only sound was Andy's choking gasps, Jub's quiet crying and Don's muffled comforting, as he too held back tears. Jonny put an arm around the howling Minnie, Nick stared on helplessly as Barry closed his eyes and his breathing ceased to a stop.