34 INT. FRED'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Wesley is sitting on the bed, holding Fred in his arms. She's sitting beside
him with her arms around his neck.
FRED
Will you kiss me?
Wesley kisses Fred on the lips tenderly and passionately.
FRED
(pulls back, looks down)
Would you have loved me?
WESLEY
I've loved you since I've known you. No, that's not—I think maybe
even before.
FRED
(leans her forehead against his)
I'm so sorry.
WESLEY
No, no, no.
FRED
(chokes on her coughs, crying)
I need you to talk to my parents. They have to know I wasn't scared,
that it was quick. That I wasn't scared.
(starts convulsing)
Oh, God.
WESLEY
(grabs her, looks into her eyes)
You have to fight. You don't have to talk, just concentrate on fighting.
Just hold on.
FRED
(holding onto Wes's shoulders, looks into his eyes, quivering)
I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared.
(her grip softens, she can't hold herself up)
Please, Wesley, why can't I stay?
(she goes still as Wes holds her in his arms)
WESLEY
(looks at her limp body in his arms)
Please...
(hugs her)
Please...