( is later really okay? does she have the luxury of waiting, when there's a life lost and blood on her hands? she could've done something — she knows she could've tried harder to stop it. she should have, but fear and hesitation paralyzed her, torn between saving a life and hurting another. there's no easy way outs, though, when the situation gets this dire — she knows this, and yet she choked, anyway, not at all used to the idea of actually trying to hurt another living being, even if it's in defense.
sniffling weakly, she lets her head rest against his chest, the warmth of his body strangely comforting. she feels cold and dizzy, which... makes sense, considering she's been laying on the stone floor for a while, losing blood — and though she wants to cling to him childishly, her arms just refuse to work.
he makes a quick work of the desks in the classroom, and as regretful as it is to lose the comfort of his arms around her, she's still grateful he's even bothering with this, given how... nasty she was to him last time. she wants to argue that he was nasty, too, so it made perfect sense, but honestly, it doesn't matter. he's older than her — and mature enough to let that go, probably, so... she'll let it go, too.
exhaling slowly, she tips her head to the side, resting it against his jacket and letting him press his hand to the wound. right... the infirmary is closed at night... it should be opening up soon, considering it's probably very early in the morning, but for now, they'll have to make do with just this. )
This would be... a dumb way to die. ( she decides, suddenly. the cut was made by herself, and it was never meant to be this deep in the first place — it was never meant to exist, really, but, again, she choked, preferring to hurt herself than another person.
and then, quietly: ) I'm cold. ( hold her hand or something!! )
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sniffling weakly, she lets her head rest against his chest, the warmth of his body strangely comforting. she feels cold and dizzy, which... makes sense, considering she's been laying on the stone floor for a while, losing blood — and though she wants to cling to him childishly, her arms just refuse to work.
he makes a quick work of the desks in the classroom, and as regretful as it is to lose the comfort of his arms around her, she's still grateful he's even bothering with this, given how... nasty she was to him last time. she wants to argue that he was nasty, too, so it made perfect sense, but honestly, it doesn't matter. he's older than her — and mature enough to let that go, probably, so... she'll let it go, too.
exhaling slowly, she tips her head to the side, resting it against his jacket and letting him press his hand to the wound. right... the infirmary is closed at night... it should be opening up soon, considering it's probably very early in the morning, but for now, they'll have to make do with just this. )
This would be... a dumb way to die. ( she decides, suddenly. the cut was made by herself, and it was never meant to be this deep in the first place — it was never meant to exist, really, but, again, she choked, preferring to hurt herself than another person.
and then, quietly: ) I'm cold. ( hold her hand or something!! )