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As I swing my sheath dangerously at the guests and as I cry and sob psychotically, she faints. Her strawberry blonde hair bangs against the wooden floor before I can reach out to her and wrap her in my arms. I scream for her to wake up, she's the only one I have left to love me. I shake her body vigorously pleading and praying with all my heart for her to wake up. Then, she breathes but doesn't respond. She's alive. I rush for the door and drop the sheath on the floor before any inn guests can say a word. As I push open the door, a gust of chilling wind and snow blows into my face. All I can think at the moment is "Evan get to the goddamn fucking hospital...or there will be no one to love you". Realizing Strawberry's body is shivering, I take off my coat and wrap her in it, as I wish I could have done hwith my arms before she fell. Then, I take off, off into the snowy streets, hoping Strawberry will be okay, hoping I'll make it to the hospital in time, hoping they'll be open, and hoping she'll still love me....