A/N: It's time for something new, no more third-person POV! Hope you don't mind.
Part 5
(This story takes place from 17:34-18-34)
Cilan's POV
I dizzily stared into space. Iris was still asleep on my lap. I didn't want to move and wake her up. She stirred in her sleep until she jolted, awake; she appeared to be scared. "Have a nightmare, hon?" I asked.
"I had a dream that Burgundy was right outside the elevator and she was taunting you…" She shrugged. "It was weird. I'm not sure why it woke me up… probably the thought of being away from you." She giggled seductively. She ran her fingers through my hair. I shuddered slightly. I looked at her. She was even grinning seductively. I shuddered again.
"Come on, touch me too…" She grinned. I flushed profusely. "What?" She looked at me.
"Uh… are you sure we should be doing this? What your dream is true…"
"Who cares?" She smirked.
"Um… I don't feel very good… Iris-s-s… I-I just realised something."
"What?"
"My portable stove thing-g-g… it contains propane a-and… that produces carbon monoxide… and it's fairly airtight in-in here…" I felt faint but I just couldn't faint or die, not after this! "Iris… use your Excadrill…" Iris nodded slowly and let out her Excadrill. He walked up dizzyingly to the elevator doors and spun around, causing to form a hole in the elevator doors.
I sputtered and coughed, finally breathing again. I looked over at Iris; she appeared to be collapsed. "Iris!" I crawled over to her and wrapped my lips around hers, breathing into her. Sputtering, she began to breathe. "Iris…," I faltered, shuddering. "I thought I had lost you…"
"Cilan, you saved my life…" She sighed in relief. "Thank you for that wonderful kiss of life…" She sat up and looked at the large hole in the elevator doors. "Well, that's swell." She stood up and peeked through the hole. "Could you help me up, please?" I nodded and helped her up, but the edge of the metal where Excadrill had drilled a hole though, was sharp and it cut her wrists.
"Ow!" she screamed, bowling over and knocking me to the ground. Both wrists were sliced from edge-to-edge. They were slightly bleeding, but it wasn't that bad. I gasped for breath. "Sorry." She got off me. Iris noticed that her wrists were sliced. I had gotten an idea. I walked over to my bag and handed her two clean towels.
"…Thanks." She smiled slightly. She wrapped the towels around her wrists.
"No problem." I looked at the metal hole. "We got to find a way to get out of here… without cutting ourselves. Shall we think for a while?"
"Okay, but hurry…" She gulped.
"Why?" I blinked.
"Piss off," she grumbled.
"Oohh." I smirked.
"Shut up."
"I think –"
"Shut the hell up."
"-I know what's going on," I taunted. She stared at me, her eyes piercing.
"Good for you."
We sat in silence for a long time. She started to look more wanner as time passed. I stared at her face. She looked like a ghost! I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't really know what to say. I looked down at my watch. It was 18:01. 'How much longer until Monday?' was crammed into my head. I felt dizzy thinking about sitting in this elevator until Monday.
"Iris, are you okay?" I asked.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" She blushed.
"There's no need to blush… you're not the only one," I lowered my voice. "Come on. We need a way to get out of here, and without hurting myself. I wish we had a fire type, ya know?" I looked at her.
"Yeah… wait! What about Dragon Rage? It kinda resembles fire…"
"It does! Iris, you're a genius!" I gleamed. Axew popped his head out of her hair and jumped out. It immediately used Dragon Rage, burning the hole. He jumped back into her hair. "Thank you, Axew." I grinned.
"Ax ax ax," he called, looking proud.
It was my turn to try to climb out. I was easily able to reach the hole. I lifted myself up. Nothing happened. It was safe. I crawled out. "Ladies first." I lifted her up and she crawled through. I crawled through, landing on my ass. I had forgotten I had a hernia.
I toppled over. I was in worse pain than being kicked in the crotch. I could hear Iris's fading scream…