What could go wrong?

She couldn’t hear anything past the hammering in her chest, and the awful, wet hacking in her throat. There was blood on her paws where was coughing into them. She still couldn’t breathe. She could feel her desperation rising and suddenly he was there. As he leaned over her, one clean breath dragged its way into her lungs, but the next did nothing, and nor did the one after that.

She collapsed at his paws, her wibbling limbs too weak to support herself as she continued to choke. A fine mist of blood spraying before her. She could feel the crystals in her throat, tightening, piercing. Tears welled in her eyes. Both from the lack of air, and the pain from the sharp crystals in her throat. Why couldn’t she breathe!
“Hel-” She tried to beg, but she couldn’t get a word out past the coughing and desperate wheezing. Was this it? Was this how she died?

"Cryptis"