You wash my tears away
And make me wanna stay
And bonfires lit up the shores [Last Words Meme; contains death, blood and potentially triggering material. Heed the warning.]
Disgustingly chaotic, that's what she ends up focusing on. The chaos of course is just in her head, not around her. She's five levels down, pathetic excuse for a foundation giving out, the chapel falling apart around them. It's horrendously ironic, really. For all her battle hardened days, a rotted floor is what causes it in the end.
Blood bubbles up from her throat, her lungs filling even as she attempts to shift. It's no use, she knows it, even the noise around her head knows it -voices, theirs not hers, thoughts and screams. She wonders, absently, if she is the only casualty, and that only makes things slightly more irritating.
The splintered wood speared through her stomach creaks, her abdominal cavity filling with blood and her heart faltering in rhythm. The pain is horrific, and only the blood choking her is enough to stop her from screaming out in agony.
Five floors. Jesus, they might take forever to reach her safely. If they even could.