It's better with sad music in the background. In My Arms She Bled Away “It’s all over, isn't it?” Sarah cries to me as I hold her within my arms, embracing firmly but gently to ease the pain and sorrow. I can feel the scarlet run down my arms and hands as her wound spews blood in pulses like an overflowing glass of wine. A trickle of blood starts dripping out the side of her mouth upon my forearm. Her eyes are terrified and fearful, and as red in pain as the fluid emptying out of her body… I can barely look her in the eyes. But I have to. She needs to be comforted. “David?” “Yes,” I reply, forcing a smile in an attempt to make things seem like they’re alright, trying as hard as I can to keep the tears from flowing down my eyes as I look into hers. “Is it?” she repeats. “Is it what?” “Over,” she forces out as she coughs up a mouthful of blood upon the rusted sand of this red forsaken planet and this cursed buried city, surrounded by the corpses of a thousand Cabal, by my hand piled high as an example to all. “Save your energy.” “There’s no need for that now,” she cries, “I’m not making it out of here and you know it. There’s no need to hide it. I’m already dead.” I try to say something but I can’t. She was right, and nothing I could say could change that now. “Just do something for me after I’m gone,” she struggles. She looks to the stars and the moon as the reflection burns brightly from her lifeless eyes, her body goes limp and her head rolls back into my chest. The blood stops flowing from her body and then silence………… “What?” I cry out. “ Press….. the….. revive… button…..” “Oh Ya!”*CLICK*