[Not that she's never had one before, but after this past week, Anna's more than ready to lose herself in some useless fantasy. She smiles faintly, letting her head loll to the side, and for a while it seems like she might be doing alright. But the blood loss has gotten to her more than even she knows, and as time passes in the abandoned house it becomes quite clear that Bro's stitches aren't enough. Her breathing becomes labor, skin even paler than usual and growing clammier by the minute, and soon the only movements she's making are the shallow rise and fall of her chest and a faint shivering.
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[Not that she's never had one before, but after this past week, Anna's more than ready to lose herself in some useless fantasy. She smiles faintly, letting her head loll to the side, and for a while it seems like she might be doing alright. But the blood loss has gotten to her more than even she knows, and as time passes in the abandoned house it becomes quite clear that Bro's stitches aren't enough. Her breathing becomes labor, skin even paler than usual and growing clammier by the minute, and soon the only movements she's making are the shallow rise and fall of her chest and a faint shivering.
It's clear she's not long for the world.]