Sophia can't believe it; there's too much blood, and it just keeps coming... what is she supposed to do?! "No, no, no, Frisk, no, no!" she cries, dropping to the ground beside her. She's panicking; the only thing she knows to do is to tear her own sweater off to try and stem the flow, but will that even help? "You gotta... gotta stay awake, okay? Don't die on me!"
| My muse has been badly injured and is in shock, losing blood quickly. Tell me how your muse reacts with an ask |
She barely caught the words spoken to her,sound was muted-wait no not quite muted but just really low.It was like she had water or cotton in her ears or something and was her ears ringing? The child seemed to be unaware of her surroundings,gazing bleary eyed up at the other girl.She blinked once,twice,thrice as she tried to focus on the girls face.A vague thought crossed her mind dimly noting her expression-she looked scared.(Panicked)
āDonāworryā¦iālbee fineā
She speaks softly,even in the state she was in the child still wanted to reassure the other girl.Her words were a little slurred together and saying she was fine would of course be a complete lie.Even saying sheĀ āwill be fineā may or may not be true and it wasnāt something she could promise.At least the pain from her badly injured side hadnāt hit her yet,possibly due to shock.
Was the only word she could manage about the not dying bit,(Once again this wasnāt something she could promise,since her injury was pretty bad) though now that sleep,or staying awake rather was mentionedā¦..