Rayne coughed up blood and turned to face Thorn. She smiled and placed her hand on Thorn's cheek, before passing out again. Rayne was still alive, but breathing became hard for her. Her clock was ticking away, her wounds would need to be treated quickly in order for her to sustain life. She was already assuming she was going to die. [color=ec008c]"His embrace is cold, yet welcoming."[/color] she said, now unconscious.