Snippet #2265574

Darcy flashed in and out of consciousness but it was all black until she felt herself put down on the cold floor. She opened her heavy eyelids and saw Richard panic written all over his face . . . and there were others too . . . faces she recognised but could not name right now.

The only face and name that truly mattered to her - Richards - was firmly accessible in her mind.

"So serious." Darcy said with a dreamy smile as she reached her good hand up and brushed it against Richard's cheek.

He grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of the palm.

"Darcy stay with me." He said quickly as he began wrapping her hand in some sort of material "Keep talking. I need you to stay awake."

"H-how did I get here?" Darcy asked still confused but most importantly conscious.

She had lost quite a bit of blood.

"I carried you." Richard said as he concentrated on wrapping her wound.

Darcy laughed like she was tipsy.

"That can't have been easy. I must weigh more then a ton now!" She laughed at herself and then suddenly became serious "Richard . . . If I die or something happens to me . . . I just want you to know . . . I love you so much baby . . . It hurts sometimes . . ."