[ at least the blade itself is lodged not in skin, but the ground, although she vaguely regrets that, because everything hurts a lot more now. Angus has attempted to keep her upright by letting her hold onto his neck, but her knees are weaker than they've ever been and when she tries to take a deep breath, there's a coppery, unpleasantly wet feeling in her throat that she keeps choking on.
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This doesn't feel right. ]