No One's POV
With a wet splutter Mali'ki watched with tear hazed eyes as crimson blood decorated the ground. Her arm was shaking, threatening to give out from under her, much like her legs had already done. Her other hand too busy tightly fisted in her shirt. Fingers coated in blood that had soaked through the fabric. Every breath was too short, and caused another cough to rack her body, choking on the blood that rose up her throat.
The world didn't seem to matter so much in that moment, so focused on the gasps for air that she couldn't force out the call for help that hung on her red stained lips. Even her curses were swallowed by her hiccups of uneasy breath.
Eventually her elbow buckled, bringing her face to kiss the floor. Ass in the air as she folded over her knees. The action bringing a new hot wave of agony that forced a broken groan to escape.Her shoulders trembled. Fingers clawing at her shirt uselessly. Eyes twisted shut. She wasn't panicking, yet she was scrabbling for a useful thought. She needed to move. She wanted to move. But none of her muscles would listen.
It didn't matter how strong her will was, trying in vain to drag herself forward. Knees grinding against the floor.Her nails ached, digging into the floor for help, forcing her legs to help her squirm forward only sent new flashes of pain to her core.
She tucked her head in, tears dripping down her cheeks, a sigh like breath leaving her. Her hand unfurled from its fist, letting her body fall slack. Mali'kis sob was more like a gurgle, as more blood ran free from her mouth and onto the floor. With her eyes already shut, she wasn't entirely sure when the darkness really started creeping in, though it had been for awhile.
She instead only felt as it enveloped her entirely, with pain ebbing on its own sickening tune, her own heartbeat growing louder, and louder. The overwhelming thud of every desperate attempt to keep her body going. Thoughts flashed through her mind. Alone. Helpless.
She wasn't sure if she heard the sound of footsteps over it all, a fleeting feeling of hope, a strangled noise. The darkness took hold. Her heartbeat trailing off into silence.
But she was awoken by a harsh tug on her braid. With so much panic coursing through her veins, she thrashed around.
With very little strength, Mali'ki fought back. She threw punches as best as she could.
Once the soldier released her hold on Mali'kis braid, Mali'ki head butted the soldier hard. Which the soldier stumbled back. So a male soldier entered the room.
"Stay... stay away from me!" Mali'ki demand, gripping the counter as her knees buckle. The female soldier swiftly made it behind Mali'ki and sank a syringe into her neck. The sedatives pumping through her system quickly and started withholding her strength, and her vision spins as she struggled to stay upright.
"Get.. away" The male scientist stepped in and looks at Mali'ki with an amused smirk as she collapsed, hitting the tile with a heavy thud. Cocking his head, he smiled down at Mali'ki.
"Get some rest. sweetheart." The male grins, revealing a pearly white set of teeth. "You're gonna need it."
Mali'kis eyes closed with protest as the sedative worked its way throughout her entire body and system. Why do you hate me great mother? She thought as she fell into unconsciousness.
༺ A/N ༻
Omg I hope y'all don't hate me! I am so sorry but the details and ideas are like exploding out of my brain so much and I am trying to make sure that the story is well written and not so rushed like the first one!
Thank you again for reading my stories! I am grateful for every single one of you! Oh again, I would like to address that this was inspired by a creator on tumblr, I found their posts on Pinterest. So all credit to them. I just edited it to fit my story.
Please don't hate me for these torturous chapters 😅.
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