What am I doing? âOut of the w-â The sound of a gunshot came before the pause in the American womanâs voice, her hand reaching out toward AurĂ©lia.
Pain. White, hot pain. The force of which coursed through her body from her leg. That was⊠Fired at me? The pain was overwhelming, but the only sounds that came from the young girl were that of ragged breathing, a faint gasp was given at the sudden shock of the pain that travelled up her body. The American woman had said something, but she could barely hear the sounds that surrounded her, merely the sound of her own gasps, and the faint thud of her heart. It felt like an eternity, but she felt herself flipped over and a yelp was heard. âStay still.â The familiar voice of the woman hissed in her ear, and she did just that.
âW-What..â No answer was given, merely a hand that pressed against her leg. Gathering her courage, she glanced down her leg. Blood. She has seen much blood before, even from those who were tipping on the edges of death. However, as the dark red blood ran down her leg and puddled onto the ground, she could barely breathe at the sight. Why is there⊠So much blood⊠She winced at the sight, unable to move her leg even slightly. Artery. The answer came to her even through the foggy pain. âSheâs just a kid!â The figure beside her was abruptly pulled away, her hand reaching for the womanâs, but the voice trailed away. Where are you taking her? Even at this point, she still struggled to turn her head, but a new figure appeared by her side.
âCâest bon. Monsier, sâil vous pla-⊠Sir, please, give her a chance,â The familiar language was comforting to hear, and a sudden motion made her hiss in pain. Fabric pressed against her wound, but she could feel the blood already soaking up the cloth. âAvertir,â She breathed through her teeth, warning the girl away, â s'il vous plaĂźt laissezâ If the man shot her, he wouldnât hesitate shooting this girl.
âMove. Out of my sight.â Her blood chilled at the voice, the one she recognized from earlier. Him. A worried glance was given to the girl that was suddenly pulled away from her. A sound was heard, sounding more or less like a slap. Aurelia pulled herself onto her arms, her breathes ragged. However, her entire body froze at the next sound, a light sound of a gun cocking. Am I going to die? Her eyes were wide, but she didnât dare to turn. Silence followed, but no sound of a shot came. Please⊠Donât. Her thoughts were screaming at her, but once again, no sounds. She turned her head, her eyes meeting that of the head of camp, a shiver going down her spine. Are you going to kill me? His eyes studied her, but something about his gaze terrified her to no grounds. Why.. Is he looking at me like that?
A pain in her stomach, and her hand left the ground, the small figure falling to the ground. Please just stop. Her hands reached up, covering her eyes as she held her breath. âGet this girl patched up and sent to my room in the interrogation area, Kalb. Looks like whomever shot at her aimed at her artery- who did this, anyways?â Her eyes snapped open in horror, her breath caught in her throat. I-Interrogation area?
âN-No.â She attempted to pull herself up, but the heaviness in her body did not give her the chance. Her eyes were failing, the loss of blood placing a new heaviness in the girlâs eyes. It felt like an eternity, but the next voice that rang in her ears brought a strange sense of comfort. âIâll take care of the situation. Resume your positions.â Her eyes were closed by then, and a soft sigh escaped her lips when she felt the new presence beside her. Why am I trusting him? She no longer knew, but so far, he was the only presence she appreciated beside her.
A sudden pain shot through her leg once again, this time with slightly rough motions, ones she did not recognize. Heâs⊠Binding it. She wished she could speak, but her head pulsed with her heartbeat and the world continued to blur. No.. You canât. She knew it was the wrong move, for if the bullet wasnât taken out, it would spread lead infection, and from that⊠Death. A small sound escaped the girl, but nothing else. âIâll take her when I can properly tend the wound.â A rough motion, and she was lifted into the air before thrown onto the ground. However, it didnât hurt, for her entire body casted a numbness through her limbs. âHe said now.â
The girl closed her eyes. There was no fighting it, and the inevitability of her fate no longer scared her. "Faites ce qu'il vous dira et s'il vous plaĂźt pardonnez-moi pour ce que je peut ĂȘtre contraint Ă faire," Her eyes glanced up, by then already moving without herself even knowing so. âCâes-â She stopped herself, the thick accent in the manâs voice telling her that he did not master French too well. âItâs alrightâŠâ Her voice was soft, the one that comforted many at the edges of their deaths, the one that pulled many back to life. âThank you..â She did not know what she was thanking him for. Perhaps for the binding of her leg, or for his kind words. âIâm sorry for the trouble.â Her eyes were heavier now, the pain still coursing through her leg. Unconsciously, her hand moved up slightly, pressing against the small waves in her red hair. The small sound was loud in her ears only, and the locket dangled behind her hair. Protect that, right, papa?
Remembering the presence of the man beside her, she dropped her hand immediately. A motion beside her made her turn her head warily, the figure of a pretty blonde girl flashed before her eyes, clothed in... She shut her eyes immediately, turning away. Dear God... With unconscious movements, she grasped onto the arm of the man, her hair covering her eyes as she continued on, not faltering until she felt the coolness of the shadows of the room they have now entered. By then, her head was already lowered beside his arm.
Please, I just want to go home.