[Blinding pain explodes in her right shoulder, blossoming red soaking through to stain the pure, white dress a permanent shade. Crying out she doubles over, a hand immediately moving to apply pressure to the wound upon her shoulder. Sheer hot, it feels like being pierced with fire that only continues to smolder, burning the skin and path within.]
Hah--
[The hand that slides beneath her skirt is felt and she reaches to grasp his wrist but is seconds short. Now they've all hurt and stolen from her. How cruel. How can they do such terrible things? Cradling her shoulder she stands, hair obscuring her face and body slanting to the side as she tries to strain the wound as little as possible.]
Mean.
[A quivering shake to her voice,the prelude to tears as she finally glances back up, liquid glistening wetly as she stares at the three of them. The hand on her injured arm clutches at the fabric of her skirt tightly, and she freely sniffles.]