Emerging from the wreckage, Ami winced in pain when she attempted to put pressure on her wounded lower abdomen. Barely able to move, she nearly collapsed while making her way towards her injured comrades.
No more than walking five feet, from the pain and exhaustion, she fell forward, out of breath and nearly out of time. Blood soaked hand crawling up the sand, she caress his hand, letting him know he wasn't alone.
Slowly, his hand moved on top of hers, the fingers of the monk moved over her palm before entwining them together. Ami's fingers clasped around his hand as his grip tightened slightly, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. A smile finally formed on her face before the world she once knew became filled with darkness.