Carefully Traversing Through The Woods She Came To The Scene Of The Fight. Her First Instinct Was To

Carefully traversing through the woods she came to the scene of the fight. Her first instinct was to help Jason by slamming the rock she had in her hands against Michael. Then she saw JD, on the ground bleeding. She’s torn, with helping Jason finish off Michael so they can get JD to a hospital, or help JD as he is now with the chance of anything stopping Michael. 

She shakes her head, doing her best not get noticed as she sneaks past them, far enough out of sight but near the parking lot to where she can reach JD. She keeps low and eventually makes her way to him, crouching beside him and starts ripping off parts of her shirt to make up for bandages that should hopefully act to stop the bleeding, tying them around the area to act as a type of tourniquet.

After that, with her own hands, she guides JD’s hands to the act of reloading. She keeps her hands firm, helping to steady his own.

“I used to be scared. But then I realized ghosts used to be people that died, so I started feeling sad for them,” She answered.

“I did have one follow me for a while though, so it was hard not to believe in them.”

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Her eyes shifted in surprise and realization, so overwhelming that tears start to flow unknowingly. Part of her is in denial, that there was no way this man standing before her was the same little boy she knew only for a brief time. But those eyes were so blue, vibrant with clarity. The same ones that caused her to care for someone other than herself for the first time were here before her now.

Such eyes she could never forget until the day she died, for they were the only ones of their kind.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she has no words for him. Only one action. A sudden shift of movement, she wraps her arms around him. She pulled him into a close embrace. Equating into a gentle but overjoyed greeting between two lost souls, this is all she can do to make up for her loss of words.

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