@jigsawfcrged asked: “Take it easy.” / peter to saw muse of choice
SHE HADN’T EXPECTED TO MAKE IT. Lindsey remembered the pain, the instantaneous pain of being shot, and then… DARKNESS. She’d heard faint voices, but she hadn’t heard what they were saying, and she had actually come to accept her death — as long as Strahm caught the bastard that did this.
But here she was, opening her eyes, groaning as the bright light above her hospital bed immediately blinded her. She squinted as she adjusted to it, then heard Strahm’s voice — AND HER HEART STOPPED. She was alive; she was still in an immense amount of pain, though she could tell from the IV that she was probably on painkillers. It took Lindsey a minute to adjust to her surroundings, but once she did, she let out a breath, then opened her mouth to speak, her voice coming out in a raspy gasp.
“STRAHM…” Her breathing was ragged, but she was alive and fully conscious now. She had no idea how long she’d been out for, but she could make out the figure of Strahm standing over her, and his voice was, of course, recognizable. “Did you… GET HIM…?”














