Herry's POV
It was an ordinary day. I was hungry. Neil was looking at himself in his mirror. Archie and Atlanta went for a run. Jay and Theresa were flirting, and Odie was on his computer. Then Cronus started to attack. We stopped what we were doing and raced out to fight. We were doing pretty well, until Theresa took a hit for Jay. She screamed. Everyone turned to see if she was ok. The cut was pretty deep. We all heard Cronus laughing, which made us fight harder. Jay was in total shock. He stood still for like 10 seconds, until he realized he had to do something. He picked her up and told us all to keep on fighting. He rushed her to the hospital. I knew inside that he was wounded mentally. It was pretty obvious that he liked her and she liked him. I have no idea why they wouldn't admit it to each other. We fought for what seemed like ages. Then Cronus retreated. We all were exhausted, but we all had the energy to check on Theresa. They all piled into my truck and we sped off to the hospital. We saw Theresa laying there. Beside her was a heart monitor. Her breathing was shallow, which made us all more concerned than we already were. Jay was beside her, holding her hand all the way through. He would never leave her side. Not to eat, not to stretch his feet, not to see us. He would only leave to go to the bathroom. She lived for a mere 2 weeks, hanging on a thread of life. When she died, Jay pretty much crashed. He was like a fountain, shedding a tear every second. All of us took this hard. We all tried to cheer him up, but that didn't help. He thought of killing himself once, but then he realized that she would have died for nothing if he did that, so he stopped.
She was a great friend to me. The world will never be the same without her, but I will see her when I die. All of us will. Jay will dream of the day when he can see her again. But for now we must live on without her.
Neil's POV
I was looking awesome that day, but then Cronus had to attack when I was looking at myself in my mirror. I was totally annoyed that he would always pop up when I was perfecting my looks. Anyway, we went there and fought. I was lucky no one was fighting me so I had time to look in the mirror again. Then I heard Theresa scream. I turned around and saw her on the ground. She was bleeding and her face was pale. I thought "Ugh I wouldn't want to be her." And I really wouldn't want to be her. Then Jay rushed her to the hospital and I thought "Those two are madly in love. Yet they would never admit it." Then when the fight was over everyone was weary, but they came to see Theresa anyway. I saw her hooked up to machines and pipes were attached to her and EW! It was all disgusting and dirty! Jay was right beside her and a look of horror was glued on his face. I did feel slightly sad, but that would never show on my looks. Jay sat there for two weeks straight! Barely sleeping, never really eating. How could he live that way! When the day came that she died, we all mourned and cried for her. She of course, wasn't coming back.
Well, I guess I wasn't lucky enough to save her or save everyone else from the fact that she was dead. I will see her again someday. (I don't count that any day soon.) All of us will be happy people again, instead of mourning sad people. Jay took this really hard. I felt sorry for him, but what could I do? Well, someday happiness will come back to us all!