[He sets her down and she tries to stay quiet, because she doesn't want to make this worse for him, but it doesn't matter how gentle he's trying to be. It hurts, and she can't hold back a strangled cry.
She already knows she's dying. She knows what it feels like, and she's not going to kid herself. This isn't survivable, wouldn't be survivable even if Royce knew how to fix it, and her breathing is already turning shallow and erratic. Her blood has soaked clear through the thick fabric of her jacket, and it's starting to drip to the floor. She recognizes distantly that there's too much of it, and she wants to tell him to stop trying. He can't watch her die, she knows what that will do to him, but she's terrified, too. A selfish part of her doesn't want him to leave.]
I'm sorry, Royce, I—
[She chokes on something like a sob and then swallows, each breath trembling. She's not sorry that she pushed him out of the way, she's sorry that she's going to leave him alone, but she doesn't know how to say it. It's hard to focus.]
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She already knows she's dying. She knows what it feels like, and she's not going to kid herself. This isn't survivable, wouldn't be survivable even if Royce knew how to fix it, and her breathing is already turning shallow and erratic. Her blood has soaked clear through the thick fabric of her jacket, and it's starting to drip to the floor. She recognizes distantly that there's too much of it, and she wants to tell him to stop trying. He can't watch her die, she knows what that will do to him, but she's terrified, too. A selfish part of her doesn't want him to leave.]
I'm sorry, Royce, I—
[She chokes on something like a sob and then swallows, each breath trembling. She's not sorry that she pushed him out of the way, she's sorry that she's going to leave him alone, but she doesn't know how to say it. It's hard to focus.]