Staring:
Smith
Jack
(Not canon)

Smith felt his muscles loosening when seeing the monstrous creature full to the ground, its breath slowed until it turned to nothing.
They finally did it! They finally defeated that hellish beast!
Smith suddenly remembered Jack, who was slashed on the chest by the beast and was heavily injured.
He looked over and saw jack laying on the wall with his head down.
'He's really worn out.' Smith thought with sympathy.

"Hey Jack, it's dead!" He couldn't help but let his tone turn high with pride. "We can finally get out of this joint!"

Jack didn't respond.

"Jack I'm not gonna carry you out of here." Smith said in a now mocking tone.

Nothing...

Smith scoffed and shook his head. He walked over and kneels down, he saw blood dripping softly from Jack's chest.
"Come on Jack." He said with a smile. He lifted his hand and shook Jack's shoulders softly.
Jack's head limply swayed back and forth.
When Smith let go Jack slumped further to the floor.

"J-Jack.." Smith grew soft.

He grabbed Jack's shoulders and pulled Jack forward, Jack's head hung like a stone in a spiders web.

Smith gently tapped Jack's face only to feel a somewhat cold skin.
Smith lifted Jack's head to see Jack's eyes open and glazed over, like he was spacing off.
That's when he saw that the beast didn't just get Jack's chest.

He got his throat.

Smith's grip suddenly softens and Jack flopped to the ground like a rag doll.
Smith stood up and backed away from Jack.

"no,no,no,no,No,No,No,No,NO!" Smith bellowed.
"Jack you can't go now! We are almost there!" Smith's hand switched, wanting to shake Jack again but couldn't find the strength to do it.

'He can't be dead, he's just really worn out.' This thought raged through his head causing a major migraine and frustrated tears.

"Dammit!" He whimpered, he sniffed and pulled his eyes off the lifeless tomb of Jack.
His shoulder shook as he slowly drifted into a soft sob, his mind raced not as his mind tried to decipher if what Smith was seeing was real, or just a dream or prank.

Smith looked down at his hands and saw Jack's blood smeared on his hand, the harsh reality slowly settled into Smith's mind.

Jack was dead...he couldn't come back...

but...maybe. . .

"No." Smith told himself as he shoves the horrible thought away from his mind.
He wanted to, he wanted to save Jack from death, to pull him away from the grim reaper, to hear him say, "took you long enough," in his mocking tone.

But he didn't want Jack to suffer...

Jack was gone, the best thing to do is-

...L e t h i m g o...