Nightshift 35: General Store - Ruins

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Bridget managed to get through the doorway and over to a wall before his legs finally gave out. He felt cold, and knew that shock was setting in. Sliding down the wall, the staff falling to the floor with a clatter, he had enough presense of mind to sheild Kagura as best he could from his fall.

Back to the wall, breath sharp and shallow, he reached up and fumbled with the buttons on his coat, managing enough that the small pig would be able to escape. "Sorry... Miss Sohma." He'dlost too much blood now... All he had to do though was hold on until daylight. He could do that... right?

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Right. Right, he couldn't leave Kagura to defend herself alone. That wouldn't be right. Strugglung up out of the haze his mindhad become, he forced his eyes back open.

"I...I'm here." His breath was still coming in short, shallow gasps as his body fought for oxygen even as he shook. "I-I need.... need you to ... listen c-c-carefu...lly M-miss Sohma." He paused for breath.

"F-find... bla...kets. C-clothes. A-any...thing we....we can... both use." He tried to think. "Go...Don't go ...f-far. Danger..." Eyes closing, he panted for a few more moments.

"I.... I can't m-move." If he tried, or if Kagura tried to move him right now, that would be worse and might well wind up killing him. "Y-you... Have to ... alone." He smiled again, the expression fleeting but warm. "I ... trust.You."

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Kagura didn't want to go. Her leg hurt and it was cold and she was really scared to be alone out there. She might be a good fighter, but she was still a selfish child in many respects. She kept hoping that if she waited around long enough someone would come and save the day and everything would be ok.

But this wasn't a storybook. This was real. And nightmarish as it was, there wasn't going to be a happy ending unless she made it happen.

Hesitantly, she stood, taking the staff in hand and leaving Bridget with the coat for a meager amount of warmth. She had direction, if only a little, and when Bridget said he trusted her to do it, she had to swallow back her fears and do her best.

"I'll do my best," she promised, trying not to shake.

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