[She coughs, wet and rough, as she finally emerges. Everything aches like she's been on the field for hours, a practiced pain of loss and fulfillment. And even now, soaking hair in her eyes and plastered to her face, whole body screaming, she wants to move.
Feels like the battlefield. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit longer and you can fall apart.
Everything feels slick, but she's trying, yelling out as she tries to get to her feet, to get over there.]
Let him go!
[If she makes it, Alex is getting punched in the face again.]
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Feels like the battlefield. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit longer and you can fall apart.
Everything feels slick, but she's trying, yelling out as she tries to get to her feet, to get over there.]
Let him go!
[If she makes it, Alex is getting punched in the face again.]