On Death and Dying

Ashmedai tripped into Sparrow and she stumbled forward, the splint and herbs falling from her maw. A moment passed and Ashemdai's voice rang out to her. She heard it, but it didn't register. Finch was dying. Finch was lying here dying and no one had helped her. Nothing Sparrow had brought would help her. She was numb and she was on fire.

Past weakness forgotten, Sparrow tore towards the crowd, "What. Happened. To. Her." The broken voice echoed quietly. She saw Starling force Finch to take herbs, and with Lillianna holding her down the way she was, it wold be difficult. Sparrow moved in, feeling everything so slowly, "Lillianna, her chest, Like Harmony said, rub it vigorously. Up and down, round in circles, whatever, it can help." Her voice didn't sound like her own, she moved to the other side near her sister's neck, "Star-" Sparrow's

breath caught, her mind melting. Her brain flipped between Italian and English. She couldn't find the words, "What accaduto a Finch?" She asked. Starling clamped Finch's maw shut. The herbs. She needed to swallow the herbs. Sparrow moved to rub Finch's throat, "Like pups, strofinare il basso. Makes them swallow." She explained pointedly to Lillianna. The girl had devolved into mush. She needed to help and to let others help if Finch was going to live. Realizing her mistake, Sparrow corrected herself, "I need to rub her throat down. You need to rub her chest. Help. Her. Live."