#intersomniaa

    “-----------I’m thinking, I’m thinking...”

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She told Lady Arya she’d be fine. That these arrow wounds were nothing but flesh wounds, and a quick sip of the Drink of the Gods would fix her up in no time. Here she was, lying in the arms of the Goddess after being attacked by a bunch of monsters out of nowhere, just trying to keep the space goddess calm.

“Relax. . . I’m not losing too much blood. . .” She said as her vision began to blur up, and Arya became nothing more than a mist of spacey colors. There was some kind of annoying ringing in her ears that just wouldn't go away either, no matter how much she tried focusing on something else. It’s not like she really could focus very well with so much of her blood draining anyway. Gods, it smelt so bad in here, and it felt so grotesque to feel how damp her clothes were getting. . .It was times like these Mera was glad Arya couldn't see. The goddess would never have the image of Mera’s bloody corpse stuck in her mind. With five arrows stuck in her body, death was inevitable. They were shot from so many different angels too; two were in her gut, one in her back, one in her chest; it was likely one of them struck a vital organ with how deep they were.“Just let me rest, please. . .?” Mera’s voice was barely beyond a tiny whisper. She tried not to sound like she was in horrible pain, however. Everywhere hurt, especially her sides and her chest. She could hear her heartbeat roaring in her ears, like her heart was desperately trying to stay active. She could feel it starting to slow down gradually, however. 

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