Oh how quickly things had turned downhill, mere hours ago she was writhing beneath the man she came to know as Joshua ‘Breaker’ Cronen. Now, she was shivering, barely conscious. Her lips trembled as she feebly tried to pull the sheet around her form. The man had haphazardly wrapped her in it before scooping her up, as though she were a bride to be taken, their first steps into their new life.

But this was nothing of the sort. There was no new life, there wasn’t even a half life. Ayaka had been poisoned, badly. The nekojin could have dealt with the tigerlilly on her own. Jasper had known that. But the Ricin? There wasn’t a cure. Her only saving grace was that he hadn’t injected it into her, lest she already be dead.

Her body heaved, but there was nothing else for her to throw up. The toxins had worked their way through her system faster than anticipated. Her body was still heated and running on adrenaline from her romp with the man.

“H-hey…” Ayaka breathed. The fire in her voice had gone. The snide tone and the pointed look in her eyes had melted away like ice, leaving behind a watered down gaze. “H-hey…” A weak hand reached up to graze the stubble on Breakers cheek.

He glanced down at her.

“What are yo-ughnnn….”

“Shh,” he said as he carried her. “Save your strength. I’m taking you out of here, to get help.”

Help? There was no help. The only help that he could give her was a blade through the heart, so she would not suffer the horrible pain she knew was coming. Fuck… what a way to go. She finally meets someone who can match her speed n the bedroom, finally catches a break - and she’s dying. Who the hell was supposed to look after her younger sisters?

Fuck.

“I’m good as dead.” Ayaka mumbled as she turned her head into his chest. His skin felt cool compare to her burning forehead. Ayaka knew all too well what was going to happen. Fevers, vomiting, dehydration, kidney failure, cramping...the slow disintegration of her bodys cells then…

Then…

Hot tears spotted Breakers chest. Ayaka talked big, but she hadn’t wanted to die. Not like this. She wanted it to be on her own terms, not at the hands of some dickwad.

Well…

At least she was warm.