// 006. [video]
[It's a closeup of Lust's mouth. She's half turned, and when she turns back there's a ragged breath followed by a horrible off-forge gurgle. A broken little noise escapes her lips before she speaks. Her voice is frantic, desperate and frightened.]
Please.
[A fingertip curls around the edge of the screen, pressing and red. As she shifts the light reveals that her hair is wet with blood. Her words are very forced. Harsh.]
Someone help him.
[She's already tried to move him and it's worse, now. Won't make it to the clinic - he's going to bleed out right here. She's thought about it - going for the wand - those words he'd used on her headache once - other words she remembers but is too fearful of consequence to utter. The camera jolts with her movement as she starts in time with his next gasp.]
His throat is open and I don't know how to stop this.
I think he's dying.
[(No no notthisagain) The forge slips and falls into red. Face down in a puddle of blood. A wet, sucking sound as it is retrieved, and through a haze of that same redness there's a partial view of Lupin sprawled on the tile, (is that a hole in his throat or a shadow?) and blood is everywhere. (Not a shadow, then.) The only sound to come out of him is a weak, sodden rasp.]
[insert exact address here. It's on the edges of the upperclass area, heading into middle class.]
Please.
[A fingertip curls around the edge of the screen, pressing and red. As she shifts the light reveals that her hair is wet with blood. Her words are very forced. Harsh.]
Someone help him.
[She's already tried to move him and it's worse, now. Won't make it to the clinic - he's going to bleed out right here. She's thought about it - going for the wand - those words he'd used on her headache once - other words she remembers but is too fearful of consequence to utter. The camera jolts with her movement as she starts in time with his next gasp.]
His throat is open and I don't know how to stop this.
I think he's dying.
[(No no notthisagain) The forge slips and falls into red. Face down in a puddle of blood. A wet, sucking sound as it is retrieved, and through a haze of that same redness there's a partial view of Lupin sprawled on the tile, (is that a hole in his throat or a shadow?) and blood is everywhere. (Not a shadow, then.) The only sound to come out of him is a weak, sodden rasp.]
[insert exact address here. It's on the edges of the upperclass area, heading into middle class.]