She watched with a distant gaze as you wiped the blood stains off her face with a wet napkin—she wasn’t sure what to make of anything, but she was glad she at least had you.

You brushed some of her hair back to keep it from sticking to her face but she just held your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“I need some time alone,” she said, her voice hoarse from how quiet she’s been. The reason she said that was because she didn’t wish to occupy any more of your time.