Wilson's pov

I struggled at their grasp, grunting in the process. The sharp pain of teeth tore threw my skin, making me yell. I somehow managed to kick one of them by my thrashing, but it didn't do much help for me. Suddenly, y/n jumped into the horde of spiders, stabbing at every single one. Once she had scared them away, I laid in a bloody mess, fading in and out of consciousness, then finally felling into a deep black surrounding.

Your pov

Once you come back to the camp, you suddenly started to wrap Wilson's wounds and cuts up. You knew that he wasn't dead, as he was still breathing. You put down extra blankets on the grassy earth and laid him down on it. His face showed no emotion. You sigh as you give him a soft kiss on the lips, then tucked him in.

"I'm so sorry Wilson. I'm so stupid..." You mutter and sniffle. You suddenly see his hands twitch. Could he hear you? You held his hand and sat there with him. To make him more comfy, you cuddle up next to him, laying your head on his chest, hearing his heart thump.

Wilson's pov

I couldn't wake up. No matter how hard I tried. I could hear her and feel her, I just wanted to see her beautiful face one last time. I can't die. Emotions hit me like a train. I'm not going to leave her here by herself. She needs me. I felt a tear stream off of my face. I hear her gasp as she held my hand. She wiped off my tear and kissed my cheek. She really did care about me. As far as I heard, she hasn't left her spot or even left to eat or even use the bathroom. I struggled to move. She had to eat. I twitched my hand a little, and she gripped on tighter.

"Keep fighting, Wilson." Her words faded as I dizzied my way to darkness.

A/N
Did he die? Is he going to leave his love behind and make her fight for herself? Let's find out in the next chapter!