I had to change the rating to T, so if you are under the age limit, or just don't like cussing and some violence, I would recommend leaving. Yeah, and I forgot about this for quite a while as you can see, about a month and a half I think. It's back though! So, yeah!
"Right here, ma'm!" The boy smiled and pointed to a dark corner speckled with tiny bits of light from the sun just rising over the buildings, a blanket already sat there with a burned out candle.
"You're a boy with some manners, I'll bet your mother's proud," Erin chuckled, but it ended up a cough at which she had to clutch her side.
Although worried for the woman's health, the boy still stayed cheerful when speaking, "Oh, my mother certainly is proud! I hope you feel better, ma'm." With that, he left Erin alone with a hop in his step. He was certainly an odd one, no doubt about that.
With a heavy sigh, a yawn, and of course, another cough, Erin leaned against the cool walls of the broken down chapel ready to fall asleep at any second. Yet as she slid down the wall something red smeared, and there was a sudden sharp pain in her side. Distracted by her surprise and pain, Erin never felt something slide out of her side.
"Fuck," she muttered, at last hitting the blanket on the floor. Of all the times, it had to be while she was trying to recover, right? Although about at any time she was bound to think of something like that. Enough chit-chat with herself though, the wound was fresh and still bleeding against the wall. Taking off her belt, she wrapped it around the wound and pulled it tight hoping to stop the bleeding for a little, she wasn't strong enough to tear the blanket or her clothes, and using a knife would take to long. The only problem now was that the pants would probably fall off. Well, good thing she wasn't a guy, all she had to do pull the pants up to the belt and they fit perfectly for a woman.
No longer trusting that wall, Erin leaned against the other one and felt all along to make sure there weren't any cracks or sharp edges. Satisfied that there were was nothing that could harm her, she rested her back against the more secure wall, now holding her side out of the pain from the wound and coughs.
"Couldn't this day get any better?" She spat out sarcastically, "I swear whoever you are I'm gon-" Once again, Erin was interrupted by her cough, "I'm gonna find you, and it isn't gonna be pretty." She also forgot that there were one or two other people around, but they didn't do anything, thinking that Erin was hallucinating and sick. They weren't wrong though, already she was starting to hallucinate, and the small amount of sun wasn't helping. Still squirming in pain, she grabbed the thin blanket folding it in half and tied it around her stomach to stop the wound from bleeding more. Although she needed to still the bleeding, Erin felt stupid for wearing the blanket, even if it was a dark color.
A doctor right now would probably be nice. With a grunt, Erin lifted herself off the ground, still hallucinating from the wound, she nearly hit the wall several times when trying to find the Queen of Beggars. It took her a few minutes of nearly blind walking around the broken chapel to find who she was looking for. Erin, still hallucinating, looked at the Queen's shadow, rather than the actual one and spoke, "A uh... doctor might be really useful right now." Hearing the suggestion through clenched teeth, the Queen of Beggars looked up to find the obviously injured woman in front of her, "Perhaps you're right, I'll have someone fetch him."
One of the few beggars heard the Queen and headed off, picking his way through the rubble.
For Erin, all she saw was a figure split into two and walk off in a line doing the same movements, why was she hallucinating? Blood spilled down her side and she was getting dizzy, but the wound also could've been affected by all the dirt and grime everywhere. Well, whichever it was nothing good was coming from it and she became light headed, the floor began to become light with the sun rising, and her eyes hurt horribly. Why wasn't the Queen helping? Erin looked up and found no one in the chair in front of her.
Where the devil did she go? Erin turned in a full circle, incredibly confused, there was nothing, except for the men and women sitting around-and they were all staring at her. With about everyone staring at her, she was scaring herself, she was a new person here and she was bleeding, and coughing. It felt like she was sitting in a tiny spot of sunlight while an entire city stared at her as if she were being hanged but couldn't choke and die with walls tight and surrounding her, clogging her throat with smoke. What felt like hours she stood there and watched them watch her, but eventually her head grew too light, it was like choking when a cough came out, and no longer could she stand there. Erin walked as fast as she could, trying to reach her corner again, that corner that she might die in. What a horrible way to die, bleeding to death while coughs choked you and nobody who even knew you, not as a criminal, not as a friend.
With those final thoughts, she fell to her knees and hands, then finally, curled up on the ground. Blood slowly pooled around her, and beggars started to crowd around, not sure if she was dead yet.
