She clutches the body against herself, heedless of the red stain growing on her dress. Her other hand took Snow's in it, clutching it tight. She didn't think she'd held onto something so tight in her entire life, but she knew it wasn't enough to keep Snow there with her. She wasn't even sure Snow could feel her.

"I'm not going without you," she said, half in a whisper. It was followed by a sob, coming up from deep within. "You're going to be fine." It was a determined growl. Daring the world to prove her wrong. Denying the evidence before her.