Re: [Blood, gore, non-explicit triggery stuff]
The pain didn't do it. No, it wasn't the pain. If it had just been the pain, she would have made it through fine. But it wasn't just the pain.
She didn't know who the woman on the floor was, but she knew what that blood between her legs meant. The screams started then, and she didn't notice when the women ran out from inside the retirement home, the worried nurses who wondered why the welding chick was sitting there, screaming.
But she couldn't stop, oh, God, no. She was dying, the woman on the floor. Dying. Dying. And there was nothing to do to stop it. Nothing at all. It was too close to fucking home, and she couldn't even focus on the fact that it wasn't real, that she wasn't the man who was losing...