Snippet #1945953

A coral light flickered down on a single, small white table with two matching chairs, adorned with beautiful carvings but graying, and old. A thin emerald vase sat in the center, holding three long lavender strands. A small teacup sat on one end of the table, fulled to the brim with steaming amber liquid. Next to that teacup sat Lola, adorned in a darling red Lolita gown. She sat, dipping the teabag in the cup, resting her head on her gloves hand. I guess I'll never find you father..., her thoughts echoing loud through the room as she gazed across to the empty chair.

Searing pain shot through her body as she was lifted off the ground, moaning she cracked open an eyelid to see Mal carrying her in his arms.
Thank god he is alive... a small crossed her lips as she rolled into his chest, blacking out once again.
She was once again woken, but this time by a numbing, cooling sensation running from her neck and through her body. Slowly she lifted her body leaned against the boulder she was laying next to, gazing over with half open eyes to see Amelia lying next to her. Mal sat across from her holding a used stimpack.
"Goddamn it, Lola. Why didn't you just shoot it."
".. because...I had to be...in the smoke...to see it...." she mumbled, her jaw bruised, most likely from being tossed aside. She reached out limply to touch his arm as he passed, but fell just short as he moved on. Resting she called over Scipio, "Scip...come here boy...." reaching our she pet him twice down his back before black passed over her again.

Xander's touch on her bruised stomach jerked her awake once again. As he began wrapping her injury, she leaned forward foe him to easier bind it. Too weak to speak, she simply smiled up at him in thanks. He was obviously in pain, so she motioned that he should go on, continue, she was fine. Watching him treat himself she leaned over to brush some of Amelia's hair out of her face, and patted her cheek.
Wake up lazy-ass, if your gonna die, die when we get the damn thing. Bigger cut for me. Don't make me work harder.

Before she knew it they were once again under attack, and she reflexivly shot her knees up to her chest and covered her head, the pain rocketed through her and she gasped for a moment, releasing her legs and leaning forward. Hmm...they don't feel broken... spitting up a little blood she continued, It's be expected from an injury like this.
She stretched, and the pain was there but minor, Just some bad bruises...I'll be feeling this for a bit though...
Stumbling in the dirt twice, she finally succeed in standing. Her legs were wobbly and she was caked with blood. Gripping one arm and standing with her knees turned in she looked around to see where Mal had gone.