Vince
It could've been a few hours, or maybe even a few days that he'd been lying there, still next to Will's already cold body. Vince had lost track of time. He hadn't realized until all the dust had settled that his leg had been cut pretty badly by the flying debris from the bombs. The pain in his leg throbbed, and though he was sure he could walk, even if it was a few steps at a time after crawling back to Will's side, he'd lost all resolve to do so.
Either they'd come back and find him alive right there next to his good friend, his only friend, or Vince would share Will's fate and die right there with him. Why should Vince have a second chance if Will hadn't been given one?
Feeling the bitter tears begin once again, Vince lay down squeezing his eyes shut. Life sucked so badly. Vince
