"Dying in your arms, the best way to go out." She hadn't seen them, a bunch of them with some knives. Hunters? She wasn't sure, the knife didn't sting going into her body, so maybe it wasn't. It did hurt, her whole body hurt, she was hoping they wouldn't find her, anyone but THEM. Still being in their arm's if she had to go out, she was glad it was with him. "At least it's on my top five-" A cough left her. "Top one would be while we have sex-" Another laugh, how much longer she could hold on?
don’t die on me || accepting
There wasn’t a single moment in their life that Ezra had ever been so utterly terrified as they were now. Looking down at Katia where she lay in their lap broken and bleeding, Ezra’s eyes were filled to the absolute brim with tears that spilled over. A million thoughts were racing through the half breed’s mind, knowing full well that there were too many wounds for them to be able to stop the bleeding. They were just one person ... and she was so fucking hurt... logically they knew the ambulance wasn’t going to get there in time, but that sure as hell didn’t stop the hope that she could still be saved.
“Shut up, you’re not going to die,” Ezra meant for the words to be a command, meant for it to sound much different than the broken tone their voice had taken. Their heart was breaking with each word that was spoken, closing their eyes as a snarl twisted their lips from the sheer force of will it took to not break and sob like a god damn baby.
“...Stop... stop talking... save your strength... they’ll be here soon, love,” the words were coaxed through a tight throat, shaking hands pushing her blonde hair away from her face.
