[she goes down like a wet sack, blood pumping out from the grievous injury. the pain hits, explodes out, like nothing she's ever felt beforeā€”and then... disappears, leaving only the keening pain of the open wound where an arm once was.
consciousness, which was already a thinly-held concept thanks to the previous concussion, is fast-receding from viability. but it's perhaps a tribute to her own tenacious tendencies that she's keeping her eyes open, even as her eyelids flutter.
ah. Dimitri is here. oh, no.
she shakes her head at himā€”a small, pained and jerky movementā€”attempting to reassure him, even as she lays on the stadium stage's ground.]
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consciousness, which was already a thinly-held concept thanks to the previous concussion, is fast-receding from viability. but it's perhaps a tribute to her own tenacious tendencies that she's keeping her eyes open, even as her eyelids flutter.
ah. Dimitri is here. oh, no.
she shakes her head at himā€”a small, pained and jerky movementā€”attempting to reassure him, even as she lays on the stadium stage's ground.]
I won't die.
Don't worry.
[her eyes flutter, and close, breathing shallow.]
I won't die.