"My tail..." She croaks, more than speaks, her mind a haze as the ambulance approaches. The world around her blurs, and she can just barely distinguish the shapes of Joel and Spencer around her. Somewhere in the midst of the mess of her mind, the sensible part of her worries about what the doctors are going to make of her like this.
She feels a hand pressed against her, compressing the blood to keep it from spilling out. She wants to be useful and help, but she teeters on the edge of passing out entirely.
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Date: 2014-05-27 06:04 pm (UTC)She feels a hand pressed against her, compressing the blood to keep it from spilling out. She wants to be useful and help, but she teeters on the edge of passing out entirely.