Snippet #2536145

The sound of another coming to help was like music to her ears. She was going to be saved! More tears fell at the thought of living and due to the sudden brightness of the light. She smiled up at Bowen, who at that moment, looked like a saint or an angel to her.

But as he worked at her right arm, she hissed and whimpered and wished that he would just leave it alone. Every jolt was pure agony, but she was too tired to fight any longer. Still, her comfort came by merely petting Jesse. The words wouldn't come, but all she could think was 'Good boy...'. He wasn't a dog, she knew, but he looked too small to be anything but a wolf. Her strokes were short and more like pats anyway.

Her eyes began to droop though. Tiredness had long been taking over her, and sleeping sounded way better at the moment than dealing with the pain. "T-tired.." The word came out barely audible and sounded like more of her whimpers.