It got messier than intended. It was supposed to be a simple             Dust heist; a couple threats, maybe a few warning shots,             but nothing other than that. What they weren’t expecting was             for the shop keep to have backup prepared. She supposes             that their Dust stealing wouldn’t go unnoticed forever--             people were getting smarter finally.

            It didn’t take long to deal with the hired guns however, a few             well placed mind tricks and swift feet work put the tiny woman             on top and left the guards with multiple stabs wounds and             the shop keep cowering under his counter.

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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS || Accepting.

#5; My muse coming to yours after they’ve been critically injured

DESPERATION would  be the look  on her features as she watched him take the BLOW - right into the chest, the sound of a cracking rib seeming to ECHO through the area - and she almost couldn’t believe it.

What made it WORSE was the he jumped in front of her, so fast she didn’t even have time to REACT one moment she was preparing for the impact - the next, she was pushed away. She didn’t deserve it. WHY - why did he do it ? 

Had it not been for his CRITICAL condition - she would have tried  to fight back, it  may not be  apparent on her features, but  she   was ANGRY. However,  there  were more IMPORTANT things  for her to worry about  more specifically, Roman. 

Now, Neo knew  next to nothing  on first aid, she  didn’t know how to FIX A RIB, she didn’t know where to start. First of all, she’d need to carry him - there was NO way he could walk  himself. But would she  even be able to LIFT him ? That  would doubtful - she’d  have to be out of her mind to think she could do such a thing. 

BUT somehow, she did. Did she feel out of breath ? Yes. Did  she feel  like  she could collapse ? Most  definitely. But  she REFUSED to let  that happen, she  had to take care of him - she had to do something. She couldn’t just SIT there twiddling her thumbs like an idiot. 

What could she do ? The smell of blood was emitting from his  shirt - his  attire was  DRENCHED in  it, too. She was used  to blood - but  seeing  it on someone  such  as  him, made her SICK. He seemed to be unconscious - he.. he’d wake up, right ? 

REGARDLESS, she had to do what she could. The blood soaked attire - HAD to go, she’d tear it easily. Eyes would lock on the wound, how  would she even BEGIN. She had no  BANDAGES, she  had  nothing  to  fix  a  wound  with. Could she even do anything ?

A temporary fix - at the most, was  all that she’d be able to do. she’d   remove  her  coat, she  had  it  tightly  wrapped around his stomach area - that would…. keep it containedfor now, right ?

MOMENTS later, she’d see his eyes open - an immediate feeling of relief overcoming her. She thought he was going to DIE. Eyes would seem to LIGHT up for mere moments, deep  sigh  escaping her  lips as she stared at him. He…. was alright, for now at least.

sends you my child from beyond the grave