"Who was him?" Roselyn asked regathering her breath and grimacing of pain as she glanced down her legs to see a severe wound that crossed all her calf.
It was pulsing and aching so badly that Roselyn's vision blurred, she had never been in such an aching pain.
John rushed to take off his jacket and tied it tight around her wound to prevent her blood from keeping falling. He had to control all his senses to resist the sll of blood.
John was also hurt, he was barely walking and his torso had a scar that from his neck reached almost his stomach, it was so deep that he could barely stand up. He was severely wounded yet his major preoccupation was Roselyn. banshee had a human body, they were fairies so it was very dangerous if anyone in the surrounding would sll her blood.
It could attract so many creatures thirsty and blindly by her blood and John was too hurt to defend her in case of a sudden attack.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach as he usually did to transport her to a new place speeding but this ti when he focused and closed his eyes his powers didn't work probably due to his bad condition but only transported her of few ters afar.
John was too worn out and too tired, he fell onto the ground powerless, he growled managing with his little energies left to stand up for a second attempt but Roselyn shook her head no, "you're too weak. I can walk." She replied, but John didn't seem willing to listen to her nor listen to his body needs and he wrapped his hands around Roselyn's shoulders one more ti. He teleported her again of few ters afar. His wounds for the fatigue began to bleed, even more, dark thick blood ca out, his body wasn't healing because he was spending all his energy to try to save Roselyn.
Roselyn could see the redness of John's eyes becoming less luminous and she understood how seriously worn out he was. He walked closer to her, to teleport her again but she took one step behind and gazed at him shaking her head vigorously and stretching her arms toward him to gesture him to stop.
"No!" She scread with a pleading look, she wouldn't let him sacrifice his life only to save her. Nonetheless, it was too late, John gripped around her hips one more ti and they speeded toward their residence exactly in front of their door.
Roselyn's eyes filled with tears, was he insane? Her gaze traveled nearly but John wasn't there anymore he was disappeared.
Her breath quickened and her heart skipped a beat only to start racing as it sank heavily in her chest.
"John?" She scread, her voice cracked and tears fell down her cheeks.
The wound in her leg was bleeding so much that the shirt tied around the wound was soaked in blood and Roselyn couldn't even feel her leg anymore.
She didn't have the keys. How could she open now?
"John!" She scread one more ti, she shivered but not only for the cold but also in fear. She couldn't enter the ho. She was bleeding out and anyone could attack her at any ti.
Where was John? Her gaze traveled in the surrounding, the fog was preventing the sigh and the tears impeded her vision even more.
Her leg beca tingling, and she could feel it would give up at any ti. Tears kept trailing down her face as she didn't only feel guilty but she truly was. She was the one who dragged John there and who put his life at risk for an immature reckless gesture.
"Please John… answer ." She begged between the sobs. For the shock she was in she couldn't even feel the wind blowing, maybe it was and she couldn't perceive it or maybe it wasn't.
She couldn't breathe properly her breath accelerated and she was aspiring air as if her breath shortened, she lost the environntal conditions of her surroundings and it was like she was slowly draining.
"I am sorry..." She whispered if it was the last ti she would see him at least she wanted him to know she was sorry and if she could travel back ti she would do it.
"If you can hear please resist..." Her hand went to grip around her breast as she snuggled as if her heart had been ripped off her chest, sohow the thought of losing the love of her life was hurting even more than the wound in her calf. That pain was nothing compared to the emotional devastation she was imrsed in.
All of a sudden...
She saw a black spot crawling closer to her and she held her breath. Holding her breath for the scare sohow allowed her to regain a less accelerated rhythm and breath more normally. The black spot kept crawling toward her. if it was a creature she couldn't even escape as her leg wouldn't allow her any movent.
Roselyn swallowed down and stretched her hand toward that spot she could barely see in the fog. Her hand began to tremble for the anxiety and the fear. She kept gazing around, there was no sight of John and God only knew what happened to him.
Her forehead was heating as the anxiety and distress provoked a terrible pulsing headache. Her head was spinning for the pain and her vision blurred even more. Was that how it felt to die? She couldn't even give herself a ration answer, all she could know was that her legs were so heavy and so tired that before she could focus their legs gave out making her fall down.
Her vision darkened fully, her leg all of a sudden wasn't hurting anymore her heartbeat slowed down and her breath beca heavy. In a desperate attempt, she tried to push against the door of their house hoping that for a miracle it would open. But her life wasn't a Disney fairy tale, and miracles didn't happen in daily life. The door didn't budge, "no..." Roselyn whispered when her instincts predicted the black figure reaching her and as soon as she turned around the creature gripped around her.. Fear and distress imrsed her and she fainted.
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