@venomisst continued from here!
Mitama stared at the scene around her, heavy-lidded eyes barely aware of anything around her. She’d taken an unexpected arrow to the stomach--all of her healing knowledge told her that stomach wounds were some of the worst, and unless she received medical attention, her likelihood of surviving was close to nonexistent. Distantly, she was conscious of a solid presence beside her, and called out in the only way she knew how: biting sarcasm.
“I knew it. I’m dead.”
She didn’t think that Kagero had actually seen the arrow strike. Mitama herself hadn’t even seen it, hadn’t known she’d been marked until she was already bleeding. Her job was to stand in the backlines and heal those who looked to be weakening. Above all else--and this was a lesson her father had drilled into her head, time and time again--she was to keep herself safe. She’d already screwed that up by coming to Kagero’s aid. She didn’t regret it. Saving one of the army’s best agents was worth the slight danger to her life.
She leaned heavily on Kagero as she was helped off to the side, her vision swirling before her. She could practically feel the blood draining from between her fingers, despite the fact that she’d pressed her hand firmly against the wound. As she was propped up against a tree, out of view of the enemy army, she watched Kagero prepare to return to the fray. She’d get help, Mitama knew, but how long would that take?
With a shaking hand, she reached out to the woman’s retreating back. They hadn’t spoken much since her conscription into the army, and now, as her life flashed before her eyes, Mitama regretted that. She forced herself to stay conscious, long enough to wish the greatest blessings upon her, as her lips moved to form a single world.
“Mother...”
