ojandtostitos commented on samtaro's post in blueridgeschool:

She was only half listening to what Michi told her, just trying to nod her head along with it, but not really following it all. She was only getting more and more nauseous and dizzy, and every movement was terrible, making her wince and her eyes swell up with tears all over again. Dying did take a long time, and she wished that it could just be over already at this point. She had made a good run, but she was so tired. But Michi seemed pretty set against letting that happen to her.

Even if just giving up and dying would bring relief, they did have plans, didn't they? She tried to focus on that, think about the apartment and about moving out, about all the things they were going to do, rather than the aching pain that was hazing her mind right then. "S-She's.. s-she's not a b-bitch, why d-does everybody gotta c-call her a bitch," Tatum blurted out, after several moments of silence and gritting her teeth as Michi tended to her wounds. She was still woozy and disoriented, but it felt better to at least have her shoulder closed. It didn't feel so open and raw anymore, but it still hurt an awful lot.

"D-Don't," she quickly protested, showing the most energy she had since Michi had discovered her. She didn't want the other girl lifting her, if she hurt herself or something then she didn't think she could forgive herself. And Hunter would probably see to it that she ended up dead, if that happened. But before she could properly argue, she was being hoisted up awkwardly and held against Michi's body. Despite her urge to resist, she felt safer already and found herself resting her weary head on the girl's shoulder as they moved to the car.

She wanted to scream again when Michi put her down in the seat, her back still felt all torn open and sore as hell, even with a lot of the blood gone and some of the cuts healed. There was only so much Michi could do; Tatum didn't know if she would have been able to do any better on herself, and this was meant to be her future career. She was in rough shape, and she knew it. "Y-Yeah, blood," she agreed quietly, her eyes winced shut tightly as she leaned her head back against the seat, trying to stay conscious. She didn't even pay attention to the way Michi was driving, or where they were going. She was just glad to be in the car and that nothing could get them now.

"I'm.. I-I'm making a m-mess of your car," she spluttered, giving a little groan as she tried to move in the seat a bit. There were definitely broken bones in her chest somewhere. Maybe she was bleeding internally too, that would be a treat. "I-If I.. if I d-do die, I won't b-be that s-sad," she muttered, a bit breathlessly. She pressed a hand against her stomach, whimpering as she did. "I k-knew.. I knew b-better, Le said.. h-he said he thought it was a.. b-but I didn't think.."