The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Her head was swimming from the pain and struggling to breathe readily. He left her for a moment, her breath ragged. Her eyes fluttered to the door... so close. She'd never make it on the limb. Despite his grogginess, he would sober up fast enough to make her pay for it. She had decided to stay through this. He had told her to run, so she had.

She hadn't realized he had returned. He was speaking to her as her eyes fluttered over his face. She saw the paste in his paw and slowly her mind unraveled his words she didn't know she heard.

"Four for you... three for me.... every... four hours." She distantly spoke. Her head lay on his leg, she shouldn't have goaded him... She didn't think he'd give her the paste. Her face felt numb. Her normally green flashy eyes had grown as pale as his. Only a hint of green in them as she tried to watch him.

"speech"