He pleaded with her, but her free hand clutched on his arm, marking it red with her hands. With the strength left in her body, she squeezed.
"Why aren't you talking?!" the prince asked her, his frustrations dug deep in his heart. He was going crazy here and all she was doing was shake her head.
In his panic, the prince opened the first aid kit and pressed a clean gauze against the princess' wound. The princess covered it better than he thought and the blood were mere drops. Still, he pressed against the skin, the air smelling of iron. He kept looking at the doors.
The princess suddenly dropped forward and his arm shot upwards to catch her. He dropped on his bottoms to support them both. She's dead… she's dead… he thought. But the small swell of her chest said that she was still alive.
