[Still reeling, Une forces herself to her feet, stumbling toward the seat by his bedside in her high-heeled shoes. Tears leave a salty trail down her cheeks as she settles into the chair, all too afraid to touch him lest she cause him any more harm than she already has. Bruises cover the entirety of his body, angry red and purple marks over rippling muscle. There's a crack down the front of his mask and the doctors have forced his metal mouth open, running a breathing tube down his throat.
It's quiet. She can't hear the air going into his lungs like she usually does, oxygen noisily passing through the machinery in his body. Instead, life support has taken over, leaving the room all too silent. With a shaky hand she reaches out and lays a hand on his bruised chest, trying to feel for his heartbeat.]
I'm so sorry. If it hadn't been for me, this would never have happened.
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It's quiet. She can't hear the air going into his lungs like she usually does, oxygen noisily passing through the machinery in his body. Instead, life support has taken over, leaving the room all too silent. With a shaky hand she reaches out and lays a hand on his bruised chest, trying to feel for his heartbeat.]
I'm so sorry. If it hadn't been for me, this would never have happened.