“I liked you... How ironic that the words that I'm finally able to say... signal the end”
― Nagamu Nanaji, Parfait Tic
Louisa, the female warrior, pulls me to the emergency stairs. She deemed the elevator dangerous in a time like this, so she carried me on her back while going down the stairs. I wanted to walk on my own but there was so much blood. Some is dripping on to my eyes and no amount of wiping could stop it from making my eyes close.
“There’s…so much blood” I whisper, I can even taste it on my lips now.
“I’ll clean it, don’t worry” Louisa comfortingly says.
I lean my head on hers. Letting myself relax after everything. It frustrates me that I can’t or couldn’t fight. I shifted before, but it went so horribly wrong that I almost truly died. The doctors were wrong at the pre
