#oftakumi

      a clatter resounds -- arrow abandoned for staff, she attempts to        mend him once again ( even if she had already tried. and even        if it had already failed ).

                                                    for if he had spoken a second later, the                                                    arrow she had abandoned would have                                                    now pierced his neck.

         she nods, a resolve swelling in her despite the odds. the healer         begins her attempt to stop the bleeding ( there was too much to         simply be able to close the wound with the wave of her staff ). a         large strip of clothing from the hem of her skirt is torn away, now         serving as a makeshift tourniquet of sorts. she presses firmly on         the cloth in an attempt to help clot the blood, completely unaware         of tears mingling with the blood that is beginning to soak her hands.

         “ hold on, takumi. ” she reassures him ( herself ), for he’s still losing         blood and she’s already beginning to lose hope ( after all, it was          only moments ago that he begged for death ).