amber eyes were struggling to focus on anything,struggling to even open — given the way her bodyfelt, the widow concluded she must’ve passed out;which was expected when one had a bullet wound.
what she did not expect, was to wake up with acrouched figure next to her, wearing a focusedexpression as she, matter of fact, took care of herinjury. a pause — confusion taking over, as she recognized the member of the opposing faction.
❝ … you must really like me. ❞
an amused, but incredibly weak grin lightly appeared on the sniper’s features, who barely had the strenght to move her body at the moment. as the sarcastic smile faded, a more serious look subsided, partly encouraged by the pain in her body — partly by thecurious thought which had filled her mind.