Seven hours passed and Belle stood behind the tree, watching the girl who was sitting on the ground with her legs outstretched as she looked up at the sky which was covered by the clouds and the branches of the trees. She could see that Vivian was in too much pain as she continued to spew blood from her mouth that often fell through the gaps of her fingers to sprinkle on the ground and some to fall on the snow. Both sides of her, the snow was inked with red which was spreading.
Belle wished she could do something for Vivian, but there was nothing she could do right now. Intervening something for a momentary relief would only change the course of time. Therefore, she saw the ghoul stand by her side. They didn't appear to be talking, but Belle could see and tell that having the ghoul next to her was giving her the needed relief and company.
