Blood.
The deep stark red of its terrifying color. Jean was covered in it. His hands, his face, his white shirt, he was drowning in it. And it was Scarlett's blood. She had lost so much that her lips had turned white and ashy, completely different from the usual pink and dark brown they used to be.
He could almost see the life vanishing from between her slightly parted lips as the last of her blood drained and the heart monitor connected to her body started beeping so loud, inciting panic in his heart and mind.
Beep beep beep beeep... it went on continuously, ominously announcing the arrival of death as his heart began to palpitate, drowning him deep in the bottomless trenches of a panic attack. Her body had begun to shake, her face painfully contorting into an expression that pronounced deep agony in its rawest form as the machine continued its beeping.
