Holding fast through his tantrum, Cassandra held her eyes shut in an attempt to slow her tears. Pain flooded back through her body, twisting her stomach in spirals of agony. Blood rushed and pumped from her arm and shoulder and pooled into her clothes. This was it, the end. If she let him go, she was done for. If she sat here too long, she’d bleed out if she couldn’t get pressure on her open wounds. She’d die long before she ever had the chance to turn. The grip on her friends wrists suddenly became less resisted, her prisoners arms still.
How long had it been since he stopped thrashing?
Coming back to reality, she cracked her eyes open to see what cruel trick was before her closed lids. He was shifting, pulling his legs closer to himself, sobbing in… was the remorse?
Cruel tricks indeed.
Flinching as he leaned into her, nuzzling against her and resting his head against her chest. She tensed, waiting for some kind of backhanded comment or threat of a slow death if he was not released.
“Veggie… I’m so… I’m so sorry…”
Possibly the last thing she could expect to pass the lips of the person who, not but five minutes ago, had the intention to make her his lunch. The sounds of his haggard breathing and ecstatic grunts while his teeth ripped at her shoulder still played across her mind, seemingly in higher recency than his apology.
But here he was, shaking in regret and sobbing apologies with no energy to even hold himself up. That familiar mercy was catching up again…
Keeping her hands locked on his wrists, she eased the force on the arm wrapped around his torso, transforming the secure restraint of her arm into what could only be understood as an embrace. She couldn’t say much in that moment, only to rest her chin on the top of his head and stare into the endless town void of life. He was trying to survive, just as she was.
Only it seemed that he was better at it.
“…I’m not going to live much longer if I cant close up these wounds, and even if I live I’ll be-”
Choking on the full reality of what was to come once her body’s shock had worn off. But she could worry about that later. Cowboy and Blithe would be racing to the sound of her screams in no time. If they saw Sam, and her open shoulder, they’d kill him without a second thought. She would face her brother and Blithe with guilty eyes, they’d know what she would-
No. She couldn’t stay and have them go through that.
“…I’m going to let you go, Sam. You have to run. They’ll be here soon.” she sobbed, hands giving up on restraining her friend. If he turned on her now, he could possibly be doing her a favor.
Pushing him off her lap easily, she staggered to her feet and shot a glance to her backpack on the hood.
She’d be okay until her… diet changed.
“You have to go now or you won’t make it.” she warned from beside her car, tossing the keys onto the fire escape. Blithe and Cowboy would find them, they needed her car more than she did.
"I don’t want to run. I don’t want to leave… I don’t…" He looked away this time. "I don’t want to leave you… J- …Joey’s… g..gone…" Each word he said hurt. "You’re all I really have left…"