DISCONTINUED (unless I get random inspiration one day)
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞!"
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞."
In which Primrose Armitage goes with her best friend, who was straight...
- Chapter Forty-Two - "Then I guess we're not that different."
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"Allison, help! Luther!"
Primrose had been bleeding for 10 minutes, lay down on the floor with her hands clasped over her knife wound, pushing down onto the slit in her skin and attempting to keep the blood in for as long as she could until someone came to help her. Her powers weren't working, they wouldn't when she was so week.
A cooking incident she could handle, a broken bone she could handle but with the way she was losing blood faster than she could count to ten and breathe, there was no chance in her power working. The added noise of Diego frantically saying her name didn't help either, he'd been yelling for someone for the whole ten minutes which she supposed she appreciated but she was quite literally dying on the floor.
The least she could do was die in peace.
"It's okay, it's okay." He said, his voice strained as he tried to pull himself out of the red tractor but was very unsuccessful. "They'll be here soon just keep pressure on it..."
"No shit." She grunted out, panting shallowly with weak and laboured breaths.
"Help! Vanya, help! Come on!" He yelled out again and Primrose resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his voice, but hope came in the form of footsteps crushing through the snow towards them. "What took you guys so long?"
"Oh my god, Prim." Allison gasped, dropping to her knees into the snow beside Prim as the woman attempted a pain smile but focused on keeping pressure to her wound. "What happened?"
"Lila happened." Diego grunted as Luther, Klaus and Vanya all lifted the tractor off of his foot and freed him for where he lay. Immediately, he scampered over the snow and stopped next to Primrose, putting his hands on hers as another attempt of keeping the blood in. "Hey, hey, hey, don't die on me."
"This is..." She said through weak breaths whilst Allison ripped open the hole in her dress caused by the knife wider so it showed her wound on her abdomen. "Not a movie, Diego."
"Now, seriously?" He asked her, raising his eyebrows but his voice was tinged with obvious worry as his sister inspected the cut on her abdomen. "Allison, can't you rumour something?"
"Uh, uh..." Allison furrowed her eyebrows together, scrambling for something in her mind to help Primrose. "I heard a rumour that...that you stopped bleeding."
Primrose's vision blurred for a second, her body forcing her to take a breath as the blood slowly stopped flowing out of her. She felt the small wave of wellness wash over her almost as soon as her breath had stopped, the only thing aching now was the deep tear in her skin which once she caught her breath properly, she could heal and if worst came to worse, stitch up once all this is over and fight through the pain.
"I just need a second." Prim held up a finger and shifted slightly with a wince, Diego lifted a hand from her wound to help her immediately and she let out a little chuckle at the sudden movement. "Diego, I'm fine...like I said I just need a second."
