"Scarlet!"
The red haired woman's body falls into Zain's arms. Just by brushing his arm against hers, he could feel how cold she is. Her blood loss is severe, the hole in her chest draining her blood freely. Zain violently shakes her, trying to keep her eyes from closing forever.
"Scarlet, speak to me! Please!"
Tears begin to well up into his one eye as she stares down at her. Then suddenly, her hand raises up to meet his cheek, albeit weakly. With blood stained lips she forces a smile towards the man.
"Zain…please…"
Her weak voice reached his ears as he grasped her hand in his. Her fingers trembled as she knew her time was running out.
"...Live…"
