Nill doesn't think for a moment that he's actually angry at her, and the snap just makes her smile slightly, though he probably can't see it, and it's fleeting anyway. She's still mostly hunched over, but she tilts herself just a little so that she can rest her weight against the wall, use the muscles in her abdomen and back less. She switches arms, too, so that the one closer to him is free. Nill still doesn't lift her head, but it might make it easier for him to see her expression.
"I've had worse," she tells him again, because it's still true. It's just that when she did have worse, it never lasted this long. Usually she was in a hospital by now, or dead. Not walking around for hours after. She hopes it helps, knowing that, that she has felt worse than this, because she doesn't think anything is going to help with this next part.
"I think humans are a lot more fragile than trolls are."
She makes a vague gesture with the hand still wrapped around herself to her abdomen and chest, before she reaches up with the other to gently curl her fingers around his palm, hold his hand.
"Most of the stuff that makes us work is in that part of our bodies. I don't know what it hit, but it hit something."
If he looks at the wound much, he might notice where before the skin around the wound was pale and speckled with blood, now most of the pale color is gone. Most of her lower side has gone an ugly reddish purple color. Karkat probably won't know what that means, but Nill can feel the effects of it enough to make a vague guess.
"You need to leave, Karkat."
She's very, very slowly bleeding to death. It's just that most of the bleeding is on the inside, pooling under her skin and between walls, putting pressure on everything near it, and that's where most of the pain is coming from. It's agonizing and Nill isn't sure there's a way to actually fix that.
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"I've had worse," she tells him again, because it's still true. It's just that when she did have worse, it never lasted this long. Usually she was in a hospital by now, or dead. Not walking around for hours after. She hopes it helps, knowing that, that she has felt worse than this, because she doesn't think anything is going to help with this next part.
"I think humans are a lot more fragile than trolls are."
She makes a vague gesture with the hand still wrapped around herself to her abdomen and chest, before she reaches up with the other to gently curl her fingers around his palm, hold his hand.
"Most of the stuff that makes us work is in that part of our bodies. I don't know what it hit, but it hit something."
If he looks at the wound much, he might notice where before the skin around the wound was pale and speckled with blood, now most of the pale color is gone. Most of her lower side has gone an ugly reddish purple color. Karkat probably won't know what that means, but Nill can feel the effects of it enough to make a vague guess.
"You need to leave, Karkat."
She's very, very slowly bleeding to death. It's just that most of the bleeding is on the inside, pooling under her skin and between walls, putting pressure on everything near it, and that's where most of the pain is coming from. It's agonizing and Nill isn't sure there's a way to actually fix that.