There's blood pooling underneath her now; lacerations from her back. She can feel it, smell the coppery aroma, and it only serves to remind her of her mortality. Eirene isn't going to make it, whether she dies here or at the medical center isn't important anymore.
"Tell them I love them." She slurs, her grip no longer as strong against his fingers.
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Date: 2008-05-22 03:10 pm (UTC)"Tell them I love them." She slurs, her grip no longer as strong against his fingers.