"Hera, stay awake!"
That's certainly easier said than done. I feel so stupidly tired... Somebody's shaking me, I feel all kinds of arms on me.
"Ugh, why the hell does she smell like... Oh, damn it. Bea! Beatrix!"
I force myself to open up my eyes. Rebecca's bent over me, looking concerned. Her usually perfect indigo curls are a mess around her face, and her face is a bit dark, ashes scattered on her white skin. She has a clean, precise cut under her eye, bruises on both her shoulders, and her top has been partially destroyed too, I can see her bra... Meanwhile, a few steps away, Benedict's restricting Juliet with some weird way of holding her. He's in an equally disheveled state, and he dropped his coat at some point too. His long hair has also lost its usual low ponytail appearance, s
