You were shaking.
Why were you shaking?
This was the death you craved.
This was the sweet release you desired.
So why did you shake?
Was it out of fear?
Or was it just your body reacting to the mix of blood loss and the copious amounts of smoke you had breathed in?
Or was it the brain damage you obtained from being pushed off a building, what was it, 10 minutes ago?
Probably the brain damage.
Your vision was getting darker.
Your breathing became ragged.
You were so close to just giving in and closing your eyes, but you felt like you were missing something.
Someone.
Oh, right.
You had sent your location to Fyodor before your hands stopped working.
You wanted to wait for him.
He was the only one to understand you, truly. He was the only one you didn't fear in this world.
You hoped he would be by your side when you died.
"That stupid rat better get here quickly, before I die..." you mutter, allowing your ichor-like red liquid to bubble up your throat and into your mouth.
After what felt like an eternity, you could hear voices.
But you couldn't open your mouth to utter another word. Your vision had been reduced to a small tunnel.
As you fade in and out of your consciousness, you could hear someone calling your name, and a figure growing ever so closer.
Why did the voice sound so familiar?
"...ame]! [Name]! Wake up!" It was Fyodor.
Shit, were you hallucinating or was he crying? No, there was no way the Fyodor Dostoyevsky was crying. And over someone like you? Yeah, no. He can go back and cry with his twink boy-toy Nikolai once you're dead.
"Fyo—" More blood. "—dor... Sorry-" You speak through the miniature pool of blood in your mouth. There was enough that a fly could use your nose as a diving board and dive right into it.
But don't be absurd— that's probably just the blood loss speaking.
You tried to move, but you couldn't. Was your spine broken? That would be tragic if you were to live. That was an unlikely scenario, though.
You could hear your friend (when was the last time you've called anyone that?) next to you, but your sight along with your other senses had completely disappeared at this point.
You were beyond saving, that was obvious to anyone.
As Fyodor attempts to awaken you, but you could only hear your own heart slowing down.
And then everything faded into nothingness. A blissful nihility, just for you.
...Or so you thought.
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A/n
Debuting my rewrite of [Human or Not, They All Bleed the Same]! Honestly, it won't be that different. The only thing that will be is that I'm no longer bad at writing :D
I'll see you in the next chapter,
—— Ryoko
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