[There's too much bleeding, everywhere. He tries to pick up whatever is in her lungs, and there's blood running from his mouth, grimly being wiped away. But he can't focus too much on that, trying to get at all that blood inside her cranium.
The world spins, and he feels sick. There's too much pressure. There's blood coming out of his nose too as he tries to ease the damage into his own body instead of hers. But there is no way to do it slowly without losing consciousness first, and if he takes it all at once-
He looks up at Oulan, face paper white, shaking his head.]
I can't. Not without killing myself instead.
[He still has his hands on her, still trying to take whatever pain he can safely remove, trying to ease her suffering just a little. But she's going to die, and painfully so, and he can't stop it.
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The world spins, and he feels sick. There's too much pressure. There's blood coming out of his nose too as he tries to ease the damage into his own body instead of hers. But there is no way to do it slowly without losing consciousness first, and if he takes it all at once-
He looks up at Oulan, face paper white, shaking his head.]
I can't. Not without killing myself instead.
[He still has his hands on her, still trying to take whatever pain he can safely remove, trying to ease her suffering just a little. But she's going to die, and painfully so, and he can't stop it.
And to him, this is not the first time.]