Chapitre 138: Healing light

Every breath felt like filling a punctured bucket, the air came in through her nose and her mouth, but left out through the hole in her lungs. The air came out taking with it iron, blood, and bile. "Who?" that was the only thing that she thought of. "Who?"

She felt getting dizzy and her heart raced, trying to compensate for the lack of oxygen. "I am sorry. . . I am sorry," she heard someone mutter coarsely.

"I don't need your sorry," Chaenath looked at the point that poked out through her chest, the piece of iron that sucked on her blood. "Get this damned thing off me."

She felt her head lighten and her legs unsteady. She clutched her good chest and shouted, "get this thing off of me," that only came out as a weak cry.

She fell to the ground, with her hands first. The ground was cold, or was it her hand; she didn't know.