Here is chapter 5, I hope you enjoy it!
He was sitting next to the mattress, legs crossed, tapping his knee anxiously. He was about to give up, surely she was going to die. He looked up through the ceiling's many cracks to see if he could make out what time of day it was.
'Late afternoon, it looks like,' he thought, 'I've waisted my whole day with... with... I wasted my day sitting next to some unconscious girl that I don't even know! I should have left! Let her die! What do I care if a stupid, pathetic mundane dies anyway?'
With that he stood up and stormed to towards the door, determined to remain firm and cold about the situation. But as he reached for the handle, the girl mumbled something, and suddenly he couldn't be so firm and cold anymore. Without his mind's consent he sprinted back and dropped to her side. He took her hand again and then cautiously but gently brushed the few strands of golden hair off her face, praying for any sign of consciousness.
"Shh, stay still; I'm here, everything's going to be okay." he hummed in a soothing tone, not wanting to scare her. His shoulders tensed as he heard what he was saying and the tone he was saying it in, 'what am I doing?!' He wondered again in exasperation. But his shoulders relaxed and he soon went back to soothing her, ignoring the screaming in his head telling him to leave. To run away from this strange girl.
But ... but something ... something about her made him stay.
After what seemed like hours of her mumbling and slowly coming out of unconsciousness, her words started to form properly.
Her eyes sleepily opened, "...Joshua...Josh?"
He dropped her hand abruptly and pulled back, hurt flashing through him at the mention of this 'Joshua.'
'What am I doing?'
He sat there staring at her, confused and somewhat hurt. When she realised he wasn't Joshua, she sat up quickly but was stopped abruptly and clutched her side wound, her face contorting with pain. She looked back up at him, tears starting to form in her eyes, partly from pain but mostly the from memories. A tear rolled down her cheek, and this seemed opened the floodgates. Her shoulders wracked with sobs as she held herself in a ball, and all Jonathon could do was look at her; unsure of what to do as guilt washed over him with every tear that fell. After minutes of watching her crying, he suddenly, without realising he went to her, took her into his arms; the need for her warmth against him overruling any thoughts he might've had. She leaned into him, inhaling his scent of freshly cut grass and a metallic scent she unfortunately knew all to well: blood. But she really didn't care right now; she just needed the warmth he provided her with... the comfort. He knew the feeling well. She leaned further into his embrace and let the tears fall. She hadn't cried like this since... since Joshua.
...
After hours of crying, she fell asleep in his embrace, and Jonathon, feeling her steady breath against his neck, soon joined her in slumber. That night was the first night either of them slept so peacefully in a long time.
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I'll post chapter 6 later tonight