She'd had to make a decision.
It was a decision she wasn't sure yet she would regret. There had only been seconds, and the possibility to save only one of them.
As she'd crawled closer to him, she could not tell if he was truly dead, or if he was hovering at its precipice. You see, death was a tricky thing when you were technically undead. A wave of anger swept over her as she contemplated what she had done, but then a breeze of forgiveness swept it away. She understood now.
She prayed to whatever God their might still be out there listening to her that this would work. It had to work. She at least owed him that. The sting in her wrist was something she wasn't familiar with, but he had done it for her - saved her life before. Mia couldn't blame him for everything.
So as she watched him "sleeping" on the bed slid into the corner, she wondered if he would ever wake. Maybe he would and be whole again. Maybe he wouldn't and he'd be something she would have to put down out of mercy.
As the saying goes, only time would tell.
To any of you who have managed to find my little ditty, thanks! I wasn't happy, as you can see, with the ending of this little show. So maybe I'll do it a little justice. Maybe I won't. Join me for the ride.