interlude truth | end of daydreaming

[endofdaydream]

( WARNING: Gore, very slight references to suicide. The dream is written in prose for easier flow, but I would definitely prefer action tags. )

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[barnabydesu]

[Barnaby doesn't know this girl, he doesn't know what has just happened, and he doesn't know if there's anything he can do. But he's a hero, and a hero's job is to help, isn't it? So he hurriedly puts a hand on her shoulder and then kneels down to look at the bleeding wound. It certainly seems bad (and he definitely hasn't realized that she isn't in any real danger of dying). Quickly, he tells her:]

I'm going to help you. Please sit down, I need to try and stop the bleeding.

[endofdaydream]

[ She doesn't really recognize him either - although she figures he must be one of the people from Demeleier as well, considering the other people standing near-frozen in the crowd. But.. does it really matter who he is? Any help is help, right-- and she wants to survive, she doesn't want to die like she has wanted for the longest time now.

She sits down on the edge on one of the nearby desks, her wound still positively flooding the classroom with blood. She finally moves her hands (now completely blood-stained as well) from the wound, her face in agony - although it might be more from the idea of dying than the actual pain. ]

P-please.. [ She sounds pathetic, and Ange wishes she could sound a bit stronger right now, but she can't bring herself to do that much. ]

[barnabydesu]

Don't worry; you won't die.

[It doesn't sound nearly as comforting as he would like it to. Barnaby has never been good at providing comfort, as he's never had to.

But he is trying.

All this blood... Is it even possible to bleed this much and still be conscious, let alone alive? Does the human body have this much blood to spare...? He pulls off his jacket and ties it around her stomach. Then, he presses on it--on the wound. Pressure should help, right? It's not a proper bandage, though, and he's definitely not a doctor.]

How are you feeling? Light-headed?

[endofdaydream]

[ For all how much of a cynic she normally is, she's so eager to believe those words right now, cling on to them-- as long as there's someone to help her right now, it doesn't matter to her who it is. As long as she just won't die and be all alone again, that much is fine. ]

Feeling..? [ She frowns at the word, as if she has to think about it for a moment. ] I feel-- [ Her voice sounds a bit pained, although most likely more from the thought than the wound itself. ]

... The blood is still coming out, isn't it?

[barnabydesu]

[His expression is troubled.]

Yes, it is. [And it's soaking his hands and his shoes and the legs of his pants--

How is this happening?]

I'll-- [Apply more pressure? Try to act like this isn't entirely worrying?] I'll call for help.

[One hand still pressing on the bloodied jacket, he reaches into the pocket of his jeans for his cellphone. And inexplicably, it isn't there. The communicator he had back home, the one he used to get in touch with the other Heroes; it's gone too.]

Damn it.

[endofdaydream]

[ She understands enough, even in this state, to mean what that moment of cursing means. He can't find means to contact anyone else, and.. well, he can't help her like this either, right? Then.. maybe, in this moment, there just isn't anyone who can still help her anymore. ]

Can't call them? [ Her voice sobers up a little - in fact, her tone sounds a little resigned by now. She can't change her fate any longer.

Her glance shifts in the direction of the unmoving people in the classroom. ]

It's okay.. They wouldn't help either, to start with.