❝ will you leave me here dying? ❞ - @oceanforged
“ Of course not, Darlene. I would never. ” tears brimming in her eyes, furious at fragility. The corpse of the man that dared draw a weapon on her love not far from where she kneels, clutching the woman her heart beats for. A hand holding tight to the wound in her side.
“ Who draws a dagger in a fist fight, the coward. He just knew you were going to win, Darling. ” Brushing hair from her eyes, the pain in her blues unbearable to see. There was so much blood, Xiomara didn’t know how long someone who could die had before they were...gone. So ridiculous that now of all times she feels the ghost of her sister at her back, raising her shoulders, whispering to herself She doesn’t want you to die like she did, I won’t let you, I won’t let you.
“ I...This will be strange, I’m going to heal you. If you’ll let me. Please. ”