On Death and Dying

Starling's eyes met her, and she saw her own fear echoed in his eyes. He spoke Italian, but she understood - not the words, but his eyes, his tone. He was afraid, afraid of not succeeding, feeling that he should have to heal his sister in this way. That she shouldn't be this hurt. But he was still staying calm, staying in control, staying strong.

Oh god. She started flailing, thrashing, and the red woman shuddered, the whites of her eyes showing in her own ffear, in her own terror and shock. And then.. then the scream. Agony. It echoed, echoed in the very depths of her mind, and Lillianna trembled, trembled at the sound of it. It burned her, tore into her, like nothing ever had. Evangeline ripping into her face hurt nothing like this did, and she would whine, wanting nothing more to just cover her ears, block the sound out, but she couldn't.

"Please, no, Finch, stop," she gasped, breath fast and shallow as she pushed her nose into Finch's neck fur. Please let the screaming stop; it was going to drive her insane. She was crying freely, staring at Starling, a pleading look in her gaze when the screams upruptly turned into a gag, and Lillianna would lift of her briefly as she hacked and gagged... but nothing emerged. The screams turned into whimpers, whines, but she was still flailing. Lillianna couldn't breathe anymore, couldn't see, but she curled up further on Finch in an attempt to keep her still, all the while gasping for her breath.

Let it end, please...