A pain erupted in his gut, similar to the one that he felt whenever he got stabbed-and with his job, it happened quite a lot-only more intense and much more painful. He immediately forced himself to roll over off of the others lap and onto his hands and knees, blood flying from his mouth and onto the pristine white tiles beneath him.
A/N: Hey guys. So, this is a preview of a one-shot I'm writing, so I'm posting to ask you what you think I should do. It's depressing me writing it, there WILL be character death, but I love the way it's going, so I want to know what you think I should do. Continue? Answer in a review~ ^^