>> Bang bang, baby shot me down

[witchmaker]

[ Angela appears on the Plane suddenly, stumbling backwards. Her gun is in one hand, pointed toward something that was before her mere seconds before. Her other hand is pressed up against her chest, right above her left breast. The arm aiming the gun is shaking, and the gray suit fabric beneath her other hand is slowly turning a dark red, as are

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[immortalmistake]

[He smooths her hair away from her face, humming under his breath.] Come on, say something.

[witchmaker]

Not-- not y-- [ She struggles to breathe and remain conscious. ] fa--

[immortalmistake]

I don't-- [He presses down on the wounds, gritting his teeth.] Gotta be some way--not going to let the Twins have you, not now, got it?

[witchmaker]

[ There are tears in her eyes now. She gives him an empty little smile. She's starting to lose her focus on him. ] It... okay... I... be-- [ A shaky hand grabs his coat ] back.

[contract_star]

Firo? Angela! [Running over now.]

[witchmaker]

He... i... [ She attempts to turn her head at towards his voice, instead it simply lolls to the side. ]

[contract_star]

[Seven years only change so much. He's immediately back in cool, calm Contractor mode, pressing both hands to the gunshot wound.]

What happened?

[witchmaker]

The-- oth-- fam-- [ That's about all you're getting from her, Hei. She bites down, closing her eyes. It's hard to keep them open, pain searing through her chest. It's not going to be long, and that realization causes tears to well up in her eyes. ]

[lamb_of_gold]

Angela!

[witchmaker]

M-- Mu. [ If Mu can help her, maybe... She's already starting to fade, though, her life ebbing away with the large puddle of blood building about her and Firo. ]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Drops to his knees next to her, not even questioning as he presses his hands against one of the wounds, pulling out the bullet with telekenisis and trying to close the flesh as fast as he can - it might be too late, but he doesn't want to admit it]

I'm here, Angela. So is Firo. Keep talking to me.

[witchmaker]

[ She's trying to, she really is. Her mouth moves, but she can't seem to force any sound out.

Her heartbeat is starting to quiet. Too late... too late. ]

[buckingbronco]

[Oh god] Angela! [And he's right there next to her]

[witchmaker]

[ Firo's there. He'd have to be there, after what had happened, but she was hoping, when she came here, that Dino was not.

The last thing she wants is for him to see this, what's happening to her. She doesn't want her blood all over his hands and his clothes, she doesn't want to see that helpless, pleading, lost look in his eyes.

But it's not like she can change that now. She barely has the strength to reach up and touch his face. ]

Di... no...

[buckingbronco]

A..Angela...[He's seen this too many times, seen his men die, watched people bleed out, he's held people, some he cared about, as they died. But this.... He wads up his coat and presses it over the most obvious wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He knows it won't do any good but he has to do something. It helps him ignore the feeling of hopelessness, sharp memories of the last time he tried a this exact same futile action intruding.] Hang on Angela, I'm right here. Will get you help, it will be all right, we'll get you help...just hang on, all right?

[witchmaker]

Di-- [ Speaking is becoming much more of an effort. She can feel everything draining from her, blood, breath, energy, will to live... Her limbs feel like lead, cold and numb. The arm she reached up with falls over. She's having trouble keeping her head up. It tilts to the side as Dino leans in over her and she manages to turn her eyes up toward him. ]

Sor--ry, did... nnn... [ She didn't wind up staying out of trouble after all. ]