Sadness...sadness was a foreign concept to Jinx.
It was an emotion she had stuffed away a long, long time ago, along with her empathy and practically every other emotion she had besides joy; and even that was a false emotion for her. But sadness was the first emotion she had rid herself off, as it hurt her the most and she could handle it the least effectively.
And as she felt the emotion bubbling back up in her, she was instantly reminded of how horrible it felt.
"H-hey, get up," she muttered. But nothing happened.
"Hey, I said get up. Now!" She shook the body for the fifth time now, to now avail.
"No! You can't just-stop it! Stop sleeping! I don't...I don't like this game… I don't want to play it. You have to get up. Please get up!"
She shook the lifeless body harder, but there was still no response. The woman felt cold under Jinx's touch. Cold and moist from the red pool around them…
"STOP PLAYING DEAD!" Jinx burst. She couldn't handle it anymore. The tears rolling down her face burned, and she pulled the body into a hug, as if the embrace could make things okay. As if things would go back to normal, and her Hat Lady would go back to chasing her a moment after.
But she knew it wouldn't do any of those things. The embrace couldn't rewind time and protect the Sheriff from the shrapnel of her miss fired rocket. No, all it did was splatter more blood from the Sheriff's ravaged chest onto Jinx's.
"Please, Hat Lad-Caitlyn...I can't...I can't handle this feeling. Please get up. Just get up…"
She sobbed more onto the Sheriff's lifeless corpse, but nothing she did or said could change what had happened…