She could feel the life leaving him. Holding him in her arms, regretting what she did. He was her only friend in this harsh, cruel world, and this was how she repaid him. She held him tighter.
He did not say a word. But he was alive, she knew. She could hear his heavy breathing. She looked down at the blue-banded turtle and instantly regretted it. His blue eyes were open, barely, watching her, clouded with confusion and hurt. A trickle of blood dripped down from his lips. She winced. She caused that.
She didn't understand why she was so uncomfortable with all this. She had killed before, she accepted it as a part of life. Yet, why did she care? Why did she want him to hold on, to find him help? She felt something hot and wet trail across her face. A tear.
Weak.
The orbs were now half-lidded, struggling to stay open. He needed help. She sat there. The mutant looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't have the strength to say it.
His face got paler, and his skin got colder, his grip on her hand loosening. She looked on. His eyes closed, and his breath stopped. He stilled.
At first, she did nothing.
Then the tears came.
"I'm...sorry..."
But it was too late.