Her mind focused on Finn. Someone in front of her, someone real. She clutched the pipe and his hand, both, holding tightly as she continued to breath. The haze in her eye started to recede. The heat around her from flames that didn't exist started to subside. The wet sensation of bleeding began to slowly disappear. Her right arm... she still wanted to flex it instinctively, to reach out for Finn with it. She flinched as it happened again. Why did it still feel like it was there? Why could she still feel that pain?
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Four. Seven. Eight.
Four. Seven. Eight.
Four. Seven. Eight.
Her mind focused on Finn. Someone in front of her, someone real. She clutched the pipe and his hand, both, holding tightly as she continued to breath. The haze in her eye started to recede. The heat around her from flames that didn't exist started to subside. The wet sensation of bleeding began to slowly disappear. Her right arm... she still wanted to flex it instinctively, to reach out for Finn with it. She flinched as it happened again. Why did it still feel like it was there? Why could she still feel that pain?