He whispers her name in horror.
She looks at him and smiles. It's the smile that at times convinces him that she too is in love.
He reaches down to lift her up. His arms wrap around her legs and and her back, the water soaking into his shirt sleeves. She pulls him down to kiss him. Her wrist bleeds onto the back of his neck.
'You won't have another chance,' she murmurs into his mouth.
Tearing strips from his shirt, he bandages her wrist. She does not resist. He can feel her breath in his ear as he carries her to the bed and lays her down. She tries to kiss him again and he holds her down and dresses her. He can feel her weakness under his grip.
She's smiling as she lays there, raising her arms to let him fall into them. He calls the ambulance. And then he sinks down to his knees at the foot of the bed, cradling his head in his hands.
He feels her rising. Gently, she raises his head to make him look at her. She is beautiful.
'You make me feel alive,' she laughs. Her fingers tangle in his hair, cold to the touch. And then she pushes him back.
He falls back on the floor, his eyes blankly watching the ground.
'More?' she asks and with her foot, raises his head again by the chin. She looks down at him, framed by her still dripping hair; no longer held by the exhaustion of death. Sultry streams of red; they rise from the floor and shatter upon the ceiling, bleeding their color onto everything. Even her. It feels real.
'More,' he breathes.
