POV: Ben Archer

Pain was everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.

I could feel Bea's hands pressing against my chest, trying to stop bleeding that wouldn't stop. Could hear her voice demand"The Final Truth"ing I stay awake, stay alive, stay with her. But everything felt distant, like watching from underwater.

"Ben, don't you dare die on me. Not now. Not when we finally figured this out."

"Figured what out?" My voice barely worked. "That we're both stubborn idiots?"

"That we love each other ...