The two beasts ran off after that, their psychotic, gurgling laughter hovering in the air behind them. A weak gasp escaped my beloved's lips, followed by an agonised cry as she crumpled into a heap on the floor.
"Emelie!"
I choked back a sob, dropping to my knees beside her. A stream of dark red seeped through her shirt, a bloody pool on the cold tile floor.
"Emelie, please, stay with me, I love you, remember all our plans? Emelie? Emelie?" I wailed frantically, gripping her hand and cradling her head on my lap.
"I can't lose you Emelie!"
"D-Dio..." She murmured weakly, "Dio please, go. Go and save Aya. Leave me."
"No," I cried, "I don't want to! I want you to be ok! Here, let me help!" I fumbled with the buttons of my overshirt, ready to surrender it immediately in an attempt to patch up the wound. She grabbed my arm, pulling it away from the buttons and resting it over the injury, the warmth and the volume of the blood oozing between my fingers almost too much for me to handle.
"It's right above my heart, Dio, there's no hope for me now."