[And Fiona screams. It's stupid, but all she's thinking right now is about how she didn't want this. She wanted to have nice, stupid conversations with friends and not think about the fact that she just died. Instead, there's blood on her clothes and it's her fault again. Tears well up in her eyes.]
Stop it! Stop, oh, God, christ, you're bleeding- [She's struggling to free herself from his grasp so she can help him, because she never wanted to be someone who hurt people who were friends. She wants to protect people.]
[She wonders if that hurts as much as when she died. Or if it hurt worse, like when Monica slit her wrists on the kitchen floor. That had to hurt more, because she didn't die- the thought causes her to panic.] Let me go, please, I'm sorry, please-
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Stop it! Stop, oh, God, christ, you're bleeding- [She's struggling to free herself from his grasp so she can help him, because she never wanted to be someone who hurt people who were friends. She wants to protect people.]
[She wonders if that hurts as much as when she died. Or if it hurt worse, like when Monica slit her wrists on the kitchen floor. That had to hurt more, because she didn't die- the thought causes her to panic.] Let me go, please, I'm sorry, please-