Marla Singer clutched her pale chest as she gasped for breath. She tried desperately to stay with Tyler but the darkness was seeping in. The edges were getting blurrier and blurrier and with in seconds Tyler's face was just a blur of flesh coloured movement. Her vision was like looking through a window after a storm when everything out side is just a blur because of the condensation.
Tyler tried desperately to stop the heavy bleeding that was flowing out of Marla Singer's pale, stick like arms. He had never thought she would actually try anything. Her white brides maids dress was soaked red and sticking to her skeletal frame. Her laminate flooring was letting the blood pool around her like you see in horror movies when the person has been stabbed.
Marla's vision was black but she could still feel the pain and she could still hear Tyler begging for her to stay with him. She could hear her heart beat in her ears as it began to slow. Now that she really was dying she didn't want to. She had thought about suicide so often, about how it would be painless and beautiful bliss. Some one would break into her flat and find her weeks later when her flesh was beginning to rot off her bones.
Tyler had his pale face covered in tears, snot and Marla's blood. He had heard her talk about dying so many times it seemed like she would never die, like she was immortal. He didn't know what to do. He had called the ambulance, as if it had bothered to turn up. He had considered putting her into a bath full of cold water but he didn't want to move her. She looked like a strange kind of angel, surrounded with blood, her short hair fanned out like a black halo.
Marla wondered if that was death. Darkness and pain. She had never believed in heaven or hell but she had expected there to be something. Maybe she wasn't dead? She assumed she wasn't because she could still hear her heart and Tyler's sobs next to her. She could feel his hand wrapped around hers and tried to squeeze it. She wasn't sure if it worked or not.
Tyler's eyes widened when he felt her tiny hand squeeze his. She was alive still. He built up all his strength. He picked her minuscule body up off the floor and almost dropped her again in shock of how light she was. He ran into the bathroom with her and lowered her slowly into the freezing cold water. The water was pink in moments but Tyler didn't know if it was from her dress or the cuts. He could hear loud sirens in the distance and hoped that it was the ambulance for her.
Marla gained a small part of her conciseness when her body fell softly into the cold water. She could feel Tyler pressing on her neck trying to find her pulse. She hoped he found it, she didn't want to leave him. She had thought at first he would just be annoying dickhead that went to all her groups and shagged her every now and again but it had become different. She wouldn't think it, even as she lay in a bath of her own blood. Marla Singer refused to admit that she was in love with Tyler Durden.
Tyler's fingers detected a pulse and he pulled back, a sigh of relief escaping his pale lips. He watched her face in fascination for a brief moment. She truly was one of the most beautiful people he had ever met. Her hair, though short and spiky suited her face perfectly. Her face, oh god, her face! The beautiful contours of her shallow cheeks and jaw bone, the way her lips parted slightly when she concentrated. He wouldn't think it, even as she lay in a red bath. Tyler Durden refused to admit that he was in love with Marla Singer.