Someday, she'd breathe again.
Someday, she'd breathe again.
...but how many more of those did she have left?
Breaths. Days. Pick whichever.
She felt her heart pounding.
Racing. Surging.
The air was heavy.
Foreboding.
It tasted of death.
How much more?
How much longer?
til the end
of this?
she didn't
know
know