[At first, she's pissed that someone else finished the last soldiers off. There wasn't nearly enough blood on her hands, and the scent of it in the air nearly fueled her frenzy.
Except then it started to fade, the edges of her vision growing clearer, as she came back to herself. She blinked a few times, standing up straighter as she looked around at the carnage. Her breath is still rapid, and it's then that pain hits her in a way.
She lets out a harsh gasp, her hand going to her side before she looks down at it. She grits her teeth, tries to see how deep the hole is, and then gives up. Her fingers are slippery and she's not sure she'll be able to focus enough to do it herself.]
I need you to get the bullet out. [She looks at him imploringly. She still doesn't know if he gives a damn about her to any extent, but he has to think she's at least useful.] I just need to get it out.
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Except then it started to fade, the edges of her vision growing clearer, as she came back to herself. She blinked a few times, standing up straighter as she looked around at the carnage. Her breath is still rapid, and it's then that pain hits her in a way.
She lets out a harsh gasp, her hand going to her side before she looks down at it. She grits her teeth, tries to see how deep the hole is, and then gives up. Her fingers are slippery and she's not sure she'll be able to focus enough to do it herself.]
I need you to get the bullet out. [She looks at him imploringly. She still doesn't know if he gives a damn about her to any extent, but he has to think she's at least useful.] I just need to get it out.