There's a bullet in her leg that makes it impossible for her to walk, and she's leaning against a tree because she needs something to put her weight on and she doesn't want to lie down because she still has her pride. She might die in a few minutes and she'd rather do that sitting up.
Oh see how the mighty are fallen, she thinks viciously. Once you would have been fine with dying lying down, in bed, peacefully. And now you have to be proud and in pain, because your pride and your pain are all you have left.
There's a kid kneeling next to her.
Really, what is a kid doing here? Roberto could shoot him. He's heartless enough to shoot a kid, she thinks. Though she's not really sure. You wouldn't have to be very heartless to shoot her. It would be an act of mercy and an act of justice to kill the pathetic, cruel, hateful creature she's become. But the boy, the boy should not be here because he could get hurt.
She realizes that she's thinking of the boy as more than herself, and wonders if this is how Kenzo felt when he said all lives were equal.
Probably not.
She doesn't think she has the capability to feel an emotion that Kenzo would feel. He is good and he is pure, and she is rotten. Probably she always was and just didn't notice it. She wishes the alcohol would wash it away.
Which reminds her that she would really like a drink, except she shouldn't swig beer in front of kids anyways and there is a kid kneeling right there next to her! He should run, run quickly and tell Kenzo that Roberto is here and will try to kill him, but mostly he should just get out.
He isn't listening to her.
He's saying silly things. Tenma will come, Tenma will save them, she just has to wait because Tenma will surely save her too, and he's a doctor so the shot wound won't matter.
Kenzo's a doctor, she thinks, but he's also a man and he's a man that she's hurt so he won't come. If he comes, she won't be able to bear it. Here she has almost gotten him killed and she has tried to get him arrested and withheld information that could save him and cursed his name every other time she drinks (when she isn't begging him feebly to come back and imagining he hears her) and he would probably want to help.
He's an idiot. She can just picture him, looking at her clinically, examining her leg which hurt like nothing she's ever felt before except maybe her broken heart, and seeing how thin she's grown and the circles under her eyes and her ratty hair and dirty clothing and asking her if she was all right.
She could bear his scorn, because she has scorned him. His hatred because she has hated him. His anger because he has made her so, so angry time and again. His cruelty would be fine because she knows how often she's been cruel.
Maybe, possibly she could even bear his love because her own love burns like a fire in her chest. Maybe one fire could put another fire out, or at least heat her equally so she didn't feel hot and cold at the same time.
(Or was that just wooziness from blood loss?)
But she knows very well that there is one thing she cannot stand from him, one thing that she could not bear to see on his face because she doesn't deserve it because she's never felt it for him, all she's ever wanted is to own him or see him in jail.
Sympathy.
The boy is yelling for Tenma, and he's talking to her and trying to keep her from passing out. Tenma will come, Tenma will save them, she just has to wait because Tenma is a great doctor and he will heal her wound like magic and she will be all right. She isn't sure how much he says and how much she imagines but a part of her wants to believe it all.
AN: This drabble is Eva's POV on a scene from the anime. So...yeah...Reviews, please? The prompt this time was Sympathy.