[She bites back another apology, pressing one hand to her stomach instinctively. It doesn't do anything. The blood just seeps through her fingers and into his sweater. Even the smallest movement is agony, but she forces herself to shift, reaching up to push the hair out of his face. Her fingers leave a fresh smear of blood as they brush across his cheek. She's desperate to figure out a way to make this easier on him, to not think about the fact that she isn't going to come back and he's going to be the only one left. She promised him, and she broke it.
Her vision blurs and she blinks rapidly, trying not to let him see her crying, but the tears cut tracks through the smudges of blood he's left on her face.]
Find a way home, okay? You have to.
[She forces the words out. Her voice is shaky and unsteady, and she's getting horrifically dizzy, but she needs him to try. He can't give up.]
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Her vision blurs and she blinks rapidly, trying not to let him see her crying, but the tears cut tracks through the smudges of blood he's left on her face.]
Find a way home, okay? You have to.
[She forces the words out. Her voice is shaky and unsteady, and she's getting horrifically dizzy, but she needs him to try. He can't give up.]