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written for @febuwhump day 11 prompt: time loop
Have some OC whump this time.
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The weight of her gun in hand was a small comfort as she crawled her way into the dirty corner of the end of the corridor.
She was holding the gaping wound in her stomach closed, one handed, as tightly as she could. She could still feel the warmth of her own blood even through her thick combat gloves.
She took a breath.
She could do this.
She had done this before.
She would probably have to do it again.
She was too disabled to continue the mission.
She raised the gun to her temple, shaking, as she bit her lip. She should be used to this by now. It should be easy. How many times had she done it? She’d lost count.
It shouldn’t matter. It was just a reset. Just a way to make the pain stop.
Just a way to keep going. A way to continue the mission.
She’d probably bleed out in under half an hour. She didn’t want to spend a half an hour laying there, bleeding out. It would hurt. It already hurt. And who knew what could happen to her in the meantime.
Better to get it over with. Thank the goddess it was her stomach not both arms.
She steadied her hand as she held the gun to her head. She took a breath.
She pictured in her mind a beautiful field. A field of beautiful and pristine white flowers. Calming. Peaceful.
The place where her mother had died.
She pulled the trigger.
There was a brief sensation of heat.
Darkness.
She was on her feet again, and had just enough time to get her bearings in the fight when the guard swung his combat knife toward her stomach.
This time instead of trying to dodge it, she grabbed his wrist tight.
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