“Ethan! [b]What[/b] you have you done?” 

“I told you this would happen; this is the plan!”

“Ethan, you said you wouldn’t kill her, she won’t survive that without medical attention… the guys still left in the rebellion won’t like this one bit…”

Cutting in and out Iris could hear voices not too far from her, she didn’t dare move to not irritate the wound she was now supporting but keeping awake and trying to hear what was happening around her was difficult. On occasion she could hear snippets, voices she didn’t fully recognise, and the conversations seemed to be more debates and arguments. Fading in and out she tried to pinpoint key things that where happening, anything that could be of use but all she could feel was the searing pain in her side and a steady amount of blood pooling from the wound surrounding her on the floor. 

“Why hasn’t [b]he[/b] done anything yet?”

“He said he’d block your number; I doubt he has seen the video, and this would have been all for nothing!”

“[b]NO![/b]”

The loud shout jolted Iris awake once more, the room was spinning around her, and she couldn’t tell you how long had passed. It could have been a minute or an hour because all sense of time had escaped her whilst in her current state. The only thing she knew for sure was that when the darkness enveloped her it gave her a brief respite. Pain didn’t seem to affect her whilst she wasn’t awake, and it was hard to keep fighting against it. Iris knew better, she knew deep down she couldn’t keep letting herself fall asleep as the next time could very well be permanent. Was there any point to fighting it? No one was going to come for her, she could go somewhat peacefully in her sleep and then Ethan would have no hold on her or Cas. 

Who could use her for blackmail if she was dead? But… she didn’t want to die. Deep down there was a part of her that wanted to live, to find that happiness she had once had with Cas. That one night in the hotel when they had planned to run away together had been wonderful, there was no worry no fear and all they did was have fun together getting a taste for what it felt like to be in a relationship. It hadn’t ended too great, not with the death of his father and then everything changed once more. 

With the little fight she felt she raised her arm, hand shaking from effort before she touched the knife embedded in her. Just the small amount of movement and touch to the blade sent a ripple of pain through her body, crying out as the pain made her alert once more. Panting from the effort her hand dropped down to her side into a cold wet substance that she knew was her blood. Chest heaving, she was awake, alert and feeling the pain in her as she tried to focus on what was now happening around her. 

“WHERE IS SHE?”

Fully alert she could hear a voice that she knew, a loud womans voice asking for someone. No demanding for someone. It was Maisie it had to be her, maybe she had come to her rescue? But there was no way Ethan would let her past, there was no way she could get to her. 

“It’s NONE of your business! Now GET OUT!”