Author's Note: Hi, thanks for reading-well that should be at the end shouldn't it? Anyway, this is my first fan fiction. It's for Cube. I read all the Cube fan fics and there was only like two that wasn't Worth's thoughts at the end, not that there's anything wrong with those of course, I like them. So, this is my version of the ending, in which Leaven and Worth didn't die from their wounds. Please forgive me if its extremely OOC or stupid/ridicules/slow/unorthodox in any of the ways it is sure to be. Oh also, please forgive me if the chapters are too short. I have no idea how long to make them, I just decided on a whim to make it near 1,000 words so…hope that's long enough. Please review!

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Falling to the ground, Worth lunging at Quentin, and suffocating pain. These were the last memories I had before the blackness swallowed me. Now they relentlessly played in my mind, over and over and over again. I floated in nothingness, thinking about everything. I wondered absently if I was dead. I thought not, and that I would be when the invisible blanket slowly pressing down on me finally engulfed me. I waited, curious as to what would happen, which religion was right. I began wondering how much time was passing, so I began counting. Seven hundred and forty-six minutes later, I heard a voice. It seemed far away and blurry, it sounded like it was saying 'Leaven'. Leaven…what a funny word. No, no that's not a word. It must be a name. Hmm…come to think of it, that's my name, isn't it? Yes, someone is calling me. How bothersome, I'll have to leave. That scared me, my thoughts made me realize I was about to let myself die.

I reached frantically for the voice, pushing against the black around me. I felt it lift away, and then a wave of pain washed over me. I knew I was back, and I used that small bit of good to endure and keep from receding back into the nothingness that seemed so welcoming now. Every inch of my body was flaming with pain. I couldn't fight it, it filled my lungs and my eyes and my mind, blocking out my thoughts. Something warm and wet gently pushed against my burning lips. "Eat it." A voice whispered. The warm thing pushed harder against my lips, parting them. It dropped into my mouth, my mouth filling with its juice. Something covered my mouth and nose, forcing my body to swallow. The process repeated as my mind receded into unconsciousness.

"Uhhhhn…" My eyes slowly opened, and I saw a red-and-black wall. I stared at it blankly, and then my memory slowly came back. I inhaled sharply as they did, and immediately regretted it. My chest lit up with all-too-familiar pain as my lungs expanded, stopping my breathe short. The flames slowly receded from the blinding force they were to a dull throbbing. I noted that any miniscule movement I made sent my chest into immense agony. I clenched my teeth and held my breath, then slowly sat up. The pain washed over me, stronger than ever before. My body went limp and fell into the wall behind me, I was grateful it was there to catch me and keep me from having to do this again. I didn't know it was possible but the waves became stronger, growing stronger still with each ragged breath. It blinded me and sent me into oblivion.

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David Worth sat on the outside of the door to the bridge, leaning against it. At first he was going to sit with Leaven and wait to see if she ever woke up, but then he remembered he didn't know how many rotations it would be until they came back to the exit. So instead he waited on the outside of the room. The brunette sat with his eyes closed, thinking. There wasn't much to do besides think in the cube. He went over what had happened when they were so close to freedom. Leaven, she'd tried to convince him to leave with her and Kazan. Funny, the last thing she said before Quentin shoved the door handle through her chest was "I can live with that.". After the room started moving again Quentin was ripped apart, judging by the screams he heard the remaining pieces of Quentin had plummeted to the bottom of the shell.

It came as a shock to him to wake up, Worth had thought he was dead. He examined the hole in his gut and realized it wasn't that deep. He wasn't as lucky as he'd thought. David crawled over to the girl who'd died because of him. He sighed in relief when he realized she'd only been extremely wounded because of him. He went about the business of treating himself and her. Well, treating wasn't really the right word. All he'd done was taken off his shirt and ripped it into thin strips, then wrapped the makeshift bandages around his stomach wound. The one ounce of decency he retained from his childhood was his respect for women, which his mother had thoroughly nailed into him. That prevented him from taking off Leaven's shirt and doing all he could to help her, instead he just wrapped the second half of the bandages over her shirt around her wound. But they needed something to eat…

"Uhhhhn…" A weak moan jerked him out of his thoughts. Worth opened the door and climbed into the room. He looked over to Leaven, and saw her eyes were open. A moment later they closed tightly. She started to sit up. He walked over to her to help, but she sat up quickly. The girl sagged against the wall. David crouched beside her.

"Leaven?" He called. "Leaven, can you hear me?" His eyes widened and his hand flew to her neck. At first he was relieved to find a pulse, then he was alarmed at how fast it was going. It gradually slowed, and stopped a bit below a normal rate. He guessed it was because she was unconscious. "Maybe she blacked out from pain. A hole through your chest would do that." He decided to follow her example. Worth went to the opposite corner and fell asleep.