Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will.
Spoilers: The whole season. If you don't watch the show don't read.
A/N: My first attempt at a Claire fic. It's very dark. I'm proud. Review please.
The knife Lyle had plunged into her body was beginning to make breathing difficult. Claire idly wondered if it had punctured a lung. It was like moving in slow motion where each shuddering breath that kept her blood flowing from the wound had been multiplied by a thousand and the drip of red liquid hitting the floor set a steady beat, just waiting for panic to set in. There was no pain, no real recognition on her face that anything was wrong. Lyle stared in shock, yet she couldn't bring herself to pull the knife out, heal, and move on.