goodbyes are forever.
@mixneptune
here’s the thing about getting shot that the movies horribly understate: it. hurts. like. a. fucking. bitch.
so here she is, hand barely supporting herself on the building, white hot in her torso and hand holding that heat in like it’ll stop the bullet from moving every time she does so much as shift more than she has to. she doesn’t even realise where she is until she sees the street sign, squinting, almost throwing up, but coughing up some bile and spitting it on the sidewalk. god, god, it hurts. she doesn’t even know if she’s breathing anymore, but her legs, heavy and mechanical, drag and lift and drag and lift across the pavement, sticking close to the back alleys and finding the door that she slams her fist on. once. again. she doesn’t know where her voice has gone. probably spilled out with the rest of her guts.
she leans against the wall beside the door, knowing it opens one way and not the other, and leaning so that she’s in full view if the door ever opens. there’s no guarantee that she’ll get any type of help, but she nonetheless knocks once more, and doesn’t realise her eyes have closed until she notices that it’s gotten dark, and panics slightly from it. so she opens them again. knocks, again, because god knows she won’t let herself die at the back alley of a pc bang.