Credence

"Aunt Caoimhe? Will Uncle Credence wake up?" Caoimhe did not respond. She laced her fingers through Credence's still ones. It had been over a week now, and Mr. Scamander said that by now it was too late for Credence. Caoimhe burst into tears at the thought. Any moment now, Mr. Scamander would come in to end Credence's life.

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He knew it was coming.

Mr. Scamander was going to kill him.

They thought it was too late for him.

He heard Dawn speaking, and he felt Caoimhe's tears. I've got to move now!  Credence thought anxiously.

"Well, Caoimhe." Mr. Scamander's voice was full of regret. "Say your goodbyes." He felt her hot tears on his cheeks. He felt her lips gently press up against his. "I love you, Credence," she whispered. "Ow mov uh tomb." Credence wanted to dance with joy. Even if it wasn't exactly what he was aiming for, he had said something.

"Credence!" Caoimhe gasped. "Credence, did you say something?" "I mov uh too." Better, he thought. "How is that even possible?!" Mr. Scamander sounded excited. He felt Caoimhe squeeze his hand, and he mustered all the strength he had to squeeze back. He opened his eyes slowly. The light blinded him at first, but he adjusted after about thirty seconds. Caoimhe's tearstained face stared down at him, alight with joy. It hurt, but he discovered that he could wiggle his fingers and talk a little.

"Credence!  You're alive!" Caoimhe helped him up. His legs screamed with pain, but the pain ebbed away when he felt Caoimhe wrap her arms around him. He managed to maneuver his arms around her in a somewhat loving way. She kissed him, and for the first time in days, he kissed her back. It felt good to be back again.

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Sorry for the short chapter! Thank you so much for your support so far! I am considering a sequel, but I'm not sure what I would write about, so let me know down in the comments what you would like to see. 

Toodles!