This Love Only Brings You Pain (COMPLETED) ✓

Seventeen

Beatrice moved her head closer to Ava's, still keeping her eyes trained on the advancing Swiss guards. "On the count of three, fall backwards out of the window. You will have a sprained ankle that should heal in approximately three seconds. At that point in time, I'll need you to catch me. Understand?"

Ava gasped in joy. "Oh my God. You're asking me to be all James Bond?"

The nun frowned. "I have no idea who that is. We're running out of time. Go."

Ava toppled backwards out of the window, groaning in pain as shards of glass pricked her flesh and the impact caused her ankle to twist with a sickening crunch, along with her left leg. Luckily, the halo healed the majority of her injuries; aside from the few jagged pieces of glass that she didn't have the skill or time to remove. She was watching as little red droplets spattered the concrete when suddenly someone crashed into her from above.

Shit. She totally forgot about Beatrice. "Ouch, Bea."

The nun scrambled up from on top of her friend, seeming to be unscathed as she had simply jumped through the hole the halo bearer had made. Beatrice helped her up, casting one last look back at the room they'd evacuated from three storey's above their heads. Ava's lower body still felt rather achy, considering she'd broken numerous bones just a few seconds ago. But it was better than being paralysed again, or getting taken away by Duretti and his guards.

Beatrice still hadn't spoken. They travelled on foot, as it was less likely there would be any witnesses that could see them rather than a driver identifying them. A storm had begun to consume the streets of London, red and H2O mixing into one as the brunette spied the grimace on the other woman's face. She was clutching at her ribcage, keeping a firm pressure on that spot as though she was trying to reduce the blood loss.

Of course. Why would there be so much blood swirling in the puddles from a flesh wound?

"Beatrice," Ava murmured, tugging on their adjoining hands so as to tug the other woman closer as they shuffled into an alleyway. Beatrice leaned back against the wall for support, wrapping  her coat more securely around herself. Ava sighed, stepping closer. "Let me see."

The nun looked away, biting down on her lip to repress a cry. "I—I have no idea what you're talking about. We have to keep moving."

"Don't bullshit me."

"Language," Beatrice hissed in pain. "There's nothing wrong. Please, we must go."

"We'll go when you let me see," she replied. "Please."

She finally complied, allowing Ava to pull up her blood soaked shirt to peer at the gaping wound. Beatrice remembered the incident as if it were happening before her very eyes; the brunette tumbling out of the window, one of the guards surging forward with his spear, the metal prod stabbing through a portion of her lung.

"Ava," she whispered. "I'm not going to make it."

*I'm sorry it's super short. I haven't been able to come up with ideas and I just finished Euphoria and started watching Scorpion today. Maybe an update in a few hours or tomorrow? Love you all.*