sevika’s nonchalant demeanour immediately broke as soon as she saw you clutching your stomach, a thick red liquid coating your white dress.

you would never see sevika break a sweat when she was under pressure, this time was different.

as she saw the knife being ripped out of your stomach, her whole body went slack and her legs started moving by themselves. she made her way to the attacker, immediately firing him into a wall.

she caught you before you fell to the ground, holding you in her arms. “fuck— no. no. no.” she muttered over and over again like a mantra.