N/A: There might be a few mistakes in this one, but, I really wanted to get this one out. :D
<Third Perspective, Elizabeth.>
Warning: Mild Swearing.
Shit.
Elizabeth cognitively whispered, as she hastily plugged Neo's ears, feeling the blood she strenuously caged in her mouth, slip down the the corners of her lips. All before she couldn't help, but let hectically slithered out, and dye the dirt brown floor, a ruffled shade of maroon.
"Tink."
SHIT.
Elizabeth's body fell to the ground, as all blood she difficultly managed, to grit to the back of her throat, flush out without an intention of stopping.
Although the floor had absorbed the blood last time, the floor, had swelled beyond it's limit, and caved in; collecting every drop of sweat, swinging saliva, and everything that mercilessly came out of Elizabeth's throat.
With rippling, soundless creases on the surface, the glistening, ruby liquid, smoothed into a round puddle; reflecting the tiny, yet delicate stars above with a lucid clarity, like an obtainable astronomy map from the gods.
So enticing, yet perilous.
Elizabeth had already lost a lot of blood, and with each breath, she was losing more. It was something she refused to acknowledge, at the price of her own life, yet, it was more than clear to her;
Neo's body, which seemed weightless before, enough for her to effortless carry with one hand, suddenly became heavier. While her arms became meekly fragile; twisting and bending like thin, brittle willow branches.
Her knees forcefully bowed to the sky, and her rosy lips drained colourless, as her ghostly white teeth and lips were splashed in a dreadful red.
"Tink."
.
.
.
"Tink."
Every single time the sound touched her ears, her body pulsed with an urge to run away from an non-existent leech, yet all she could do, was drop to the floor like a immobile, and vulnerable broom. The blood flowed uncontrollably up her now, coarse throat, and frankly, her slumped position made her seem like a quivering mouse; on the brink of death, but was simply scanning it's surroundings, in search of a glimmer of hope.
.
.
.
Am I going to die?
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die, with Neo in my arms.
I'm going to die, and leave my mom, and Neo to fend for their own.
I can't do that...
I can't die.
Elizabeth repeated again;
I can't die.
"I can't die."
Elizabeth hugged Neo's head closer, and felt his warmth spread to her pale, chilled neck, as her fingers turned cold, and numb; yet, somehow, determination flickered in her eyes, and before long, her once shivering fingers, froze still.
"I'm not going to die."
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