[ He ignores her order rather heedlessly, and Aranea struggles to think of a threat that is both so badass and intimidating that he'll be instantly cowed! Sadly, her brain is rather like (figurative) mush at the moment; more technically, as more blood seeps from the open wound on her leg, she feels colder and colder from the waist down, and shares in equal distraction with the haze of pain. She grits her teeth in a rather severe looking scowl, but it closes around a gurgled sob.
Knowing what they know about the medical facilities here, a bullet in her head makes more sense - but, when her eyes flick to his gun briefly, a bout of pure fear runs through her torn-up, blood-slick flesh. She can't do it. The suggestion dies, rooted in her useless throat, chest heaving a bit too quickly as she struggles for breath.
After a moment, he gets his answer. Aranea pushes herself halfway up, arms trembling, fingers splayed.
To keep herself from crying out, she bites down hard enough on her tongue to taste blood. ]
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Knowing what they know about the medical facilities here, a bullet in her head makes more sense - but, when her eyes flick to his gun briefly, a bout of pure fear runs through her torn-up, blood-slick flesh. She can't do it. The suggestion dies, rooted in her useless throat, chest heaving a bit too quickly as she struggles for breath.
After a moment, he gets his answer. Aranea pushes herself halfway up, arms trembling, fingers splayed.
To keep herself from crying out, she bites down hard enough on her tongue to taste blood. ]