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The pain. That was all Lily could think of. The numerous lacerations on her body, the burns, the shoulder wound, the wrist wound. Her first thought was to bear them all. She wanted to take all the injuries but she didn't want to drink someone's blood. It sounded gross and it didn't feel right. 

The people in USARILN can patch her up, right? The way they were able to patch her up when they found her unconscious just outside the borders of the school. They would do it again, right? [color=lightcoral][i]But would they? Would they really patch me up? Or will just leave me to die just like they did when they sent all of us out here? Would they even care for an aberration?[/i][/color] She closed her eyes as she began shaking with the pain, whimpering softly as she slowly, carefully curled herself into a ball, each movement creating bouts after bouts of excruciating pain.

[color=gray][i]Of course they won't. You have no worth. You should die. The way I did.[/i][/color] Harsh words. Lily opened her eyes and stared towards where the voice came from. Her gaze fell on Shane but she didn't see him. All she saw was the faceless person, one of the many that permeated her dreams and almost all her waking moments. 

[color=lightcoral]"No. They still need me..."[/color] she whispered just as the black thread reappeared on her wrist, the other end waving in the wind, waiting for Lily to direct it. It trembled just as the girl did, doubt and hesitation already seeded in her mind. When she failed to focus on a target, the thread disappeared.

She felt something nudge her arm. Something smooth. Something she somehow knew she needed. It was enough to pull her out of the fog that had started to cloud her mind. She refocused her eyes and looked at the crystalline cup filled with a thick red fluid. The irony scent completely brought her out of her reverie and her eyes snapped towards the pink haired boy. He was obviously telling her to drink. She almost wretched at the smell. [i]No...[/color] she wanted to push the cup away. But without it, without this blood's healing capabilities, she would succumb to the pain and she would eventually die before she even had the chance to help the others. She stared at the cup for what seemed like the longest moment before she took a deep breath and pushed herself up into a half sitting position. She let go of her wrist, her hand sticky with her own blood. She reached up shakily and took the cup. 

[color=lightcoral][i]Just don't think about it. Just close your eyes and just swallow in one gulp.[/i][/color] Despite giving herself instructions, she stared at the thick liquid as she shakily brought the cup up to her lips. She paused, half of her mind still screaming that she didn't want to drink the saving liquid. With one swift motion, she tilted the cup up and poured the contents into her mouth. She grimaced as the irony taste hit her tongue. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying not to wretch as she did. She shuddered.

As the blood flowed down her throat, she felt a slight relief from the pain. Of course, the injuries she had piled on herself didn't heal instantaneously but it felt a whole lot better. She looked towards Shane again, her eyes a little more focused than it had been earlier. She offered him something that was half a smile and half a grimace. [color=lightcoral]"Thank you. For getting here when you did. Thank you for saving what was left of us,"[/color] she said. Better to thank him now than wait later. She had no idea if she'll have another chance to do it. Contrary to what the others were feeling, she didn't really feel any resentment towards the obviously overpowered boy. Sure, he could have ended the battle even before it started and prevented the unnecessary deaths but he saved them all the same. She sensed that he himself was suffering from an injury. Maybe it was why he wasn't in the battle from the beginning... or maybe he just didn't want to be there just like all of them.

But apparently, Emma didn't share her sentiments. She watched as she strode up to the pink haired boy. She blinked when her hand connected to his cheek.  She would have said something but what could she really say? What could she possibly say that would make everything? 

Nothing. 

With a sigh, she looked down at herself. Surprisingly, some of the smaller wounds had healed with just one shot of Christmas' blood. It wasn't pleasant the way it worked but it did. Who was she really to complain. But the thought of drinking more made her feel sick.

The pain was ebbing away slowly as her flesh stitched itself up under the effect of Christmas' powers. She looked up at the faint raspy sigh. Her eyes fell on the black haired girl she had met the night before. She was gesturing with her hands and her lips moved soundlessly. While she didn't really understand what she was trying to say, she immediately sensed what she meant when she pointed towards a small group of people. The black string again fastened itself onto Lily's wrist, the other end wrapping itself around Allison's. 

Lily gave out a shrill cry of pain and her eye widened as a new set of injuries transferred to her. Blood began pooling around her from the open wound on her side. 

The pain brought Lily back to her own disjointed world. [color=gray]Why help these people? Why bother? Would they help you in return?[/color] the cloud that prevented her from making out who it was speaking began to dissipate. Golden eyes similar to hers. A perfectly shaped nose. [color=gray]We can't stop all the time to help people out, Hailey. We. Need. To. Go.[/color]

[color=lightcoral]"Who are you?"[/color] Lily mumbled, her breath hitching at the pain. 

Golden hair similar to hers. Short and messy.

Was the pain helping her regain her memories? A tall boy. Somehow she could almost recognize him. His voice, his eyes, his hair. Wanting to see more and wanting to know more but not really considering the state her body was in, her string wrapped itself around Aaron's wrist next, fixing his broken ribs on contact. 

Lily fell back and gasped, the broken ribs transferred through her power making it painful to breathe. 

[color=gray]Do it, Hailey! Do it. There's no choice. Don't think about it. Just do it. I can bear it with you.[/color] The golden haired boy with similar features as hers looked down at her, his lips curved down into a frown and his brows furrowed in frustration. A black X marked his neck.

[color=lightcoral]"Sebastian?"[/color]

A splash of blood rained down on Lily as the boy's eyes widened in surprise. 

[color=lightcoral]"NO!"[/color] Lily cried out, finally realizing who the boy was.

A new set of emotions surged through Lily. The need to hurt, the need to make those that wanted to hurt them feel the same pain. Eyes that were unseeing scanned the area. Lily didn't see Shane, Ethan or any of the other students in the battlefield. Instead, she saw a dark haired man face down on the ground, blood pooling around him. He was holding a small axe, his neck angled strangely. A large hack wound on his back was bleeding him out as well as other small lacerations on his body. A black string was fastened on his wrist.

She looked around for the golden haired boy.

But before she can find him and before she could make sense of what she was seeing, the automated voice of her suppression cuff cut through her thoughts and through this projection of her lost memories. Pain immediately flooded both her mind and body. She fought to stay awake, wanting to know if she had managed to help everyone that needed help. But the pain was overwhelming. She took too much injuries onto herself. With a ragged sigh, she gave herself up to the darkness.

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Another post to follow maybe later or tomorrow.
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