Stroking his face once more, I try to be grateful that Roan’s attempt at stopping him at least meant that Hank couldn't shoot him in the head.
The warmth seems to have numbed me but, for now, all I can be is grateful.
Placing a final kiss to his cool lips, I remove my hand from the wound.
A puddle of blood seeps out but is soaked up by his clothes.
The hole is gone.
I look down at my hand, but it’s still covered in blood. Leo’s blood.
“Rose, we really need to go.” Roan says cautiously, wiping his face free from tears. His mask is back on.
“Roan, the hole is gone.”
“Rose, we’re leaving.” He grabs my arm and attempts to drag me away.
I zap him and walk over to yank up Leo’s shirt.
“The. Hole. Is. Gone!” I yell, hope daring to make a reappearance.
His mouth falls open and he falls to a crouch, his fingers finding Leo’s pulse on his neck.
We hold our breath, Roan’s face becoming less and less hopeful as the seconds tick by.
Fresh tears build, a lump forming in my throat and I curse myself for being stupid enough to get my hopes up.
Then he gasps.
“There it is,” he whispers, a smile stretching his lips. “He has a pulse! It’s slow, but it’s getting quicker.”
Then a miracle happens.
I choke on my own happiness.
“Rose?” he croaks and I fall to his side, pulling him up in my excitement to sitting.
His head seems to spin and he lazily takes in the surroundings.
“What happened? I feel like death warmed up.”
A laugh bubbles up from my chest and I jump on his lap, pulling him close.
I can feel the rise and fall of his chest, his breath on my skin, his warmth and, best of all, his arms hugging me back.
Roan clears his throat, some indescribable emotion on his face.
“Rose, we need to…”
The Cleaners will know Rin is dead, they probably weren't too far away now.
I pull Leo up with a bit of help from Roan, drape his arm around my should and help him limp across the field.
“I’ll explain everything later.” I promise Leo, so happy I’m oblivious to the look Roan casts between Rin’s lifeless body and the limping Leo at my side. So relieved and filled with exhalation, that I don't even notice the sad clown in the bushes not far behind.