She looked up at him, eyes full of tears. She didn't want it to end like this, it wasn't something that she was good with. She didn't want to see him suffer...
The thought brought a cold shiver down her back, more tears coming to her eyes. The Disciple had watched him suffer long enough. She turned, listening to his cries...the pain, the loneliness even though she was there. It was something she had never wanted to hear from him.
~scene change~
She felt someone shake her shoulder, their fingers digging into it. She opened her eyes, feeling more tired than she had been before. The person above her was not the person she expected to see. The face seemed to change as she watched, shifting and forming into new faces.
Her arms were strapped to the bed she was laying on, as were her legs. She couldn't move, she couldn't talk. Everything she knew was crashing around her.
She let out a strangled cry, remembering the man that they were slowly torturing to death. Her sufferer, her signless. She felt tears enter her eyes. She was not okay with this. She was unsure of where she was!
She let out another strangled cry, feeling something prick her skin and then the thankful oblivion that she sank into.