There was blood. So much blood. It pooled in her hands as she clung to the gaping wound at her chest. She hadn't anticipated dying here, but she had known it was just a matter of time. She was a good fighter, no doubt, but when your whole life is centered around battle? Well, battle's what's gonna end it, too.
She didn't scream for help- there was too much going on around her, the fight wasn't over yet, not by a long shot, and she kept right on going for as long as she could manage. Even as she felt her breathing grow shallow and her limbs start to tingle in that familiar numbness. Even as her vision blurred and the blood was slipping between her lips. Ruptured lung, she supposed. That would explain why she couldn't catch her breath.
And then everything went dark. Just for a moment before she was coming to. On the ground, in the dirt and debris of battle. Her head was throbbing. Then darkness again. Another second or two of it, though time meant so little right now. She could have been asleep for a day. A week. A year. It was all the same to her at the moment. But when her eyes opened again, it wasn't to the sight of the greying sky, but to a familiar face. Despite herself, she gave a weak smile, "Not lookin' so good, am I?" She asked, the words mostly choked. Still cracking ill timed jokes. Maybe it was an attempt at easing the direness of the situation, like she hadn't lost so much blood that she could hardly feel her heart beating in her chest anymore.
His words reached her, but only barely. Despite his close proximity, despite the fact that he was holding her, he felt distant from her and her eyes flickered closed for a fraction of a second again, falling in and out of consciousness. But she found enough strength to shake her head. There was still fighting going on, she could hear it. The others were mid-battle and they needed him. He could do them no good if he was over here, saving her life, "I could kill you." She said quietly. She might. She'd come close to doing so before, and she hadn't been as close to death any of those times as she knew she was right now, "They need you, Logan. More'n they need me." She reached a hand up, brushed her gloved fingers against his cheek lightly, "Go be a hero, a'right?" Her life in exchange for all the ones he could save by helping end this fight. It sounded more than reasonable. She tucked her head against his chest, though, found she could barely even breathe in. But it didn't hurt, anymore. In fact, she couldn't feel much of anything. She was just... tired. Tired enough that her eyes fell closed again for what, she thought, might just be the last time.
