[ tsk.

really, though—he’s going to die. she should just resign herself to this, but really, shouldn’t there always be something she can do...?

if she’s going to make an honest effort, though, it would be better not to be hungry. right? ]

I’m not a doctor, but I’ll do my best. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, though, as they say. You’re going to want to be careful not to bite through your tongue.

[ and she just... delicately licks the blood off of her fingers, knife laying across her jacket.

God, that’s so much better. why is it so much better than rations, she hates this. ]