(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pgeAFaLRL8) Grabbed the wrong song. FRICK
Staggering steps fumbled through the halls, a hand wiping across the wall for support, leaving a bloody trail behind it. Dark blue eyes stayed pinned ahead, the familiar door so close as they began to dull, though a small spark seemed to be fighting, begging to make it. Every move was piercing agony that burned through her side, the woman’s crimson stained hand clutching her torso tightly, the red bleeding between her fingers and dripping to the floor.
The last few feet left her with no wall, and Gennadius dared move forward. But the moment there was no support, her body crumbled down, just out of reach of the door. Her face contorted as her body hit the ground with a thump, her hand clutching closer to the wound, a barely audible cry escaping her. She was so close... if she could just get to the damn door... just enough to make a noise... let him know she was there. “Nilo...” his name came out hoarsely, barely audible and layered in an indescribable amount of pain. He had to know... he had to know...
Voices, they were starting to echo and she gritted her teeth, willing her damn body not to give up, willing herself to keep breathing long enough for them to find her. Was it Damien and Nilo? She thought so... her body jolted with a sudden slash of pain through her side and she stopped thinking for a second, trying to suck in a breath. Pain was good, it meant she had feelings, right? It meant she wasn’t going to die just yet, didn’t it? A hiss came from her teeth as she began to curl up instinctively, both hands now trying to stem the blood that insisted on seeping through.
The door creaked and her desperate gaze opened as she tried to see, but all she saw were boots... Nilo’s. “Oh gods!” The man dropped beside her, and she watched him reach out, her eyes calming now that she knew she could say goodbye. Because she knew. Dark orbs glanced farther to see the advisor the man standing in his spot before he slowly crouched down. He knew too...
Voices were beginning to fade as her body got dragged onto Nilo’s lap, the pain beginning to fade. She begged her body not yet... it couldn’t go into shock and die, not when she still had to tell him. Gennadius could make out he was shouting, shouting for someone to come and help him... to save her. And then he was screaming at Damien to do something, but what could the man do?
A shaking hand reached up and landed against Nilo’s cheek, as she rallied what energy she could. “Nilo... hush...” A larger hand pressed over the one on her wound and she gave a slight wince, but no more as the shock was setting in to carry her away peacefully. He immediately stilled and she found their gazes cross, as he murmured something, the woman struggling to make sense of what was being said. Gods, she was struggling making sense of what she was even seeing, a black fading in around the edges of her blurring vision. But she needed to live... just a little longer and she was fighting desperately.
For just a moment, her head twisted over to see Damien’s sto... no, it wasn’t, it was hurt. “Give... give me a real... smile you bastard...” she choked out to the advisor so he knew she was acknowledging his presence and their friendship. If he ever really did, she couldn’t tell, breath hitching as Gennadius struggling to keep her lungs going, her eyes slowly turning back to Nilo, feeling the moist tears hitting the hand that still rested on his cheek. Her lips tipped upward, dark orbs losing the spark as her hand moved so slowly up his face to his hair, to give him his favorite thing, one last time from her.
She tried leaning up some, though she was failing until the prince’s strong arm wrapped around her back and pulled her upward some. “N... never f..fall on a sw..sword... it hurts... like hell...” she coughed out, body shivering as she fought with what energy she could, giving him a small joke... just one last joke. “Nilo...”
“I’ve got you...”
“Nil...o.... I... I lov...” Her head tipped up to meet his lips but she never finished her sentence, nor did she make it. The woman had been so close, within inches of giving him her goodbye before her body slumped in his grasp, the soft exhale coming from her chest, hand falling from his hair and her wound, leaving her in his arms as his body bent protectively over hers, mouth meeting her in his own goodbye.
Spring Month: 3 
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