John's frantic calls had started to chip their way through her veneer of pain. "John!" she called, her voice thick with the pain of loss. "In here."
But that was all she could manage. She felt sick, a dread feeling of agony creeping it's way up her throat. Clenching her hands tightly, she tried to concentrate on the physical pain, trying to drive away the nausea that assaiiled her. Blood started to trickle through her fingers, but it wasn't enough to erradicate that sense of absolute loss.
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Date: 2007-05-23 03:43 pm (UTC)But that was all she could manage. She felt sick, a dread feeling of agony creeping it's way up her throat. Clenching her hands tightly, she tried to concentrate on the physical pain, trying to drive away the nausea that assaiiled her. Blood started to trickle through her fingers, but it wasn't enough to erradicate that sense of absolute loss.