[ he knocks the air from her when his fist connects with her sternum. her fragile lungs take the worst of it, and she loses her balance in a fit of coughing, collapsing to her knees as it doesn't stop, as blood and petals spill from her lips.
no. no, shit, it's getting worse. not now, not now.
weak, she scolds herself. no wonder you died. no wonder your people discarded you. no wonder you could not save them.
ankles are starting to look like a pretty good idea. she tries to keep an eye out for his approach, tries to keep one hand on her knife even as her coughing fit prolongs. ]
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no. no, shit, it's getting worse. not now, not now.
weak, she scolds herself. no wonder you died. no wonder your people discarded you. no wonder you could not save them.
ankles are starting to look like a pretty good idea. she tries to keep an eye out for his approach, tries to keep one hand on her knife even as her coughing fit prolongs. ]