Lonelygirl15 Season Finale 9 of 12 - 4 pm
The sound of breaking glass can be heard. Taylor and Jonas stumble into a dimly lit room.
Jonas: *groans*
Taylor: Okay. I gotchya, I gotchya, okay?
Jonas: Uhhh. Ow. Ow.
Taylor: Hang on. I'm going to have to set you down, okay? I'm gonna go over here.
Jonas: Okay...okay...okay. *groans and gasps for air*
Taylor: Okay, I gotchya. Hang on. Right over here. Okay, okay, sit right here, okay? Okay? I gotchya. Oh my god, you're bleeding everywhere!
Jonas: Ow, gah.
Taylor: Okay, shhh. They're coming. Jonas, Jonas, stop it, stop stop stop. *puts hand over Jonas's mouth*
Jonas: *clutches stomach and gasps for air*
Taylor: *whispers* Stop. Jonas, are you okay?
Jonas: *strained* Yep. Where's Daniel?
Taylor: I don't know, I think he's hiding.
Jonas: Are you al- are you okay? Are you alright? Are you alright?
Taylor: No no no. I'm fine.
Jonas: You sure? You sure?
Taylor: You're the one who got stabbed okay? I'm fine. Please, don't die on me! *hysterical* Please don't die!
Jonas: Taylor, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I brought you here. I'm sorry I brought you here. You.. you guys were involved with this.
Taylor: No, no. Oh my god, you're bleeding everywhere.
Jonas: No, I'm so- listen to me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Taylor: Stop, stop talking. *whispers* Stop.
Jonas: You were happy in Texas and you were normal and you're...you're 16 years old. God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Taylor: No, I wasn't.. I wasn't happy, okay? I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad I'm here.
Jonas: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Taylor: Okay, stop talking. *sob*
Jonas: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
Taylor: It's okay.
Jonas: Where's Sarah? Is she here?
Taylor: Don't know. She hasn't texted me back yet. Okay, keep pressure.
Jonas: *more gasps* Okay, okay.
Taylor: Jonas, you know you can trust us, alright? Both of us.
Jonas: I know. She'll come through. I know she will.
Taylor: *whispers* Oh my god.
Jonas: I know that...I know that...I know that you didn't get to know Bree very well. She's really gonna like you.
Taylor: Yeah, okay. Please stop talking. You need to rest. Okay, keep pressure.
- the light flickers*
Taylor: Stay with me, Jonas. *whispers* Stay with me.
Jonas: Ah. *winces with pain*
Taylor: Jonas. Jonas. Someone's coming. Someone's coming.
Jonas: Ow.
Taylor: Stay with me. Shhhh.
- door opens slowly*
Daniel: Thank god, there you are. We gotta go, the shadows are gone. Need help? Let's go.
Taylor: I'm gonna make you stand, okay?
Jonas: Okay. *groans as Taylor helps him up*
Taylor: Careful.
Daniel: Come on.
