At least she was resigned to the fact that she was going to die that night, although that wasn't quite the response she had been expecting. It didn't give her anything else to say, though that was probably a good thing, since talking only seemed to speed up the process in which her body was going through, having started to tasted blood in her mouth as she coughed.
The bullet had entered high up on her back, something she could feel now that the shock was wearing off, which meant the pain was rearing its ugly head. Perhaps it had gotten to her lung, which would explained why it was so hard to breathe, and the taste of blood when she coughed. She couldn't tell though, since her whole back and chest felt like fire.
"What's..." she stared at her, her outline beginning to grow fuzzy, and she slumped again; leaning heavily against the chair so she didn't fall back fully onto the floor. "His blood can bring me back."
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Date: 2010-08-28 04:59 pm (UTC)The bullet had entered high up on her back, something she could feel now that the shock was wearing off, which meant the pain was rearing its ugly head. Perhaps it had gotten to her lung, which would explained why it was so hard to breathe, and the taste of blood when she coughed. She couldn't tell though, since her whole back and chest felt like fire.
"What's..." she stared at her, her outline beginning to grow fuzzy, and she slumped again; leaning heavily against the chair so she didn't fall back fully onto the floor. "His blood can bring me back."