(Ghiradaddy) “What? — They’re — they’re gonna be OK, but you just focus on you, you gotta be okay. Please be OK.”
My muse is on the verge of death, send one for their final reaction!!
Erow laughed at Ghira’s comment. Though, The laugh was short lived as the pain shot through. It sent waves through his body. “Fuck, Ghira. I’m not so sure.” Words were so hard to get out. It hurt so much to talk. It felt like he had been trampled by seven large horses ten times over. He couldn’t feel his arm, there was blood coming out of his stomach from a knife, and a cut going from his left temple down to his right cheek. If he did survive this one, he was going cheat death for a second time in his life. The shadow took hold of the other’s hand, giving it a death grip. He knew Ghira could handle it thought. It hurt so bad, and the amount of blood he was loosing from his gut was alarming. his already cold body started feeling colder. The bright red markings were dimming and seem to get darker each time he took a breath. He wasn’t planning on dying, but the struggle to keep from passing out with the pain every minute was difficult. He wanted to clean more, but it was hard enough getting the first thing he said now, now, it felt almost impossible. Erow could only hope now that Ghira knew what to do.
