What could go wrong?

She could barely tell what Crux was doing. She was a rag in his arms, unsupported by her own body. But he didn’t seem to mind taking on the weight. As she wheezed and coughed, limp in his paws, he seemed to move her into a position to his liking, and then he was hitting her suddenly. A surprised meep escaped her, and a splattering of blood sprayed the walls in front of them, and then a clean breath came in. And then another.

Though she needed calm, and a clear throat and all those sensible things… she immediately burst into tears instead. Sobbing as she turned inwards, clinging to his chest, incoherent but breathing as he sobbed desperately into his fur. Spreading the last tinges of her blood into his coat. She had thought she was dying. She had felt it, felt the black fog at the edges of her vision. She had been close. Closer than she’d ever been before.


"Cryptis"