<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>When Tom had wrapped his hand around her own, Karra had calmed down exponentially, but still was unfocused. Tania was holding Karra's head and her soothing touch made Karra's eyes flutter as she began to relax. She had stopped bothering with speaking as it had begun to become too difficult to do so.<br/><br/>Karra barely registered the conversation between Tom and the new woman, but she did manage to catch what the woman said about her injuries,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80BF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"... It pierced the liver and she has internal bleeding..."</span></span></span>Karra felt a new wave of panic well up within her and Tom leaned down to hug her. She could feel his tears on her neck and her own renewed,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm sorry, Tom..." </span></span>she whispered. She was beginning to understand that she was dying and this time there was no getting out of it. There was no crawling through swamps to reach the medical facilities, there was no rescue mission to retrieve her, and this time not even Tom could save her. Her luck had run out and she knew it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm going to die,"</span></span>she rasped out in acceptance and defeat, her chin quivering. It seemed that her desire to die had disappeared the moment Tom had shared his feelings with her, but now when she wanted to die the least--life was not willing to stay. She supposed it was her fault. She was getting what she wished for now that she no longer wished for it.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm sorry. I'm sorry...." </span></span>she cried, too weak to even hug Tom back.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I love you...I love you so much..." </span></span><br/><br/>Tom pulled away from her and she missed his warmth, but she did not get long to contemplate it as she felt something sprayed into her nose--everything going black.