She wasn't dead; at least she didn't think so. Judging by the fact she could still think she could only assume she wasn't dead. But she couldn't move and that was a bit of a scary thought. With eyes closed tight, not that she'd be able to see due to the sheet she had been wrapped up in, she was left to think about the events that had just happened.

Azzo had been the one to render her useless like this, to practically kill her and leave her as a rotting and unmoving corpse. He'd killed others before, Ignacio and Kimmie, and that thought had her thinking back to the harsh words she'd been forced to say under Hematite's orders.

"I blame you for 'Nacio's death. I hate you for it!"

Those words stung her heart even now and she wondered how much of it was true. Did she really blame Azzo for Ignacio's death? Sure she didn't know the true facts behind it, he'd tried but something always stopped him, but that didn't -no couldn't- mean that it was his fault. He wasn't really to blame! But what about Kimmie?

He had knowingly killed her, had purposefully aimed at her and fired. Only two could survive... maybe she should have been the one to die and left Kimmie to live. Knowing the monsters that ran such a cruel game no one would have lived had that been the case. They likely would have killed them all. Azzo had killed to save her. Surely that didn't make him a monster, did it? It couldn't, could it? After all everything he had done so far had been for her, for her protection and safety.

Everything he had done since Ignacio's death had been for her. No she didn't like the fact that he had killed to save her but what could she do? She hadn't wanted to die, wouldn't have survived if he had died... In the end there had been no other way and Kimmie would have likely died either way, be it gun shot wound, gun shot or that horrid collar. And it wasn't like he had wanted to.

But no, she didn't blame him. How could she when he hadn't even wanted to kill her?! That was a thought that ripped her heart to shred, made her wish she could move from this spot and find him. Four deaths on his hands and one of them hers, he had to be dying more and more inside. There was no way his sanity was in good condition after this, not when she had been the one thing keeping him together.

Grief filled her at that, tears she wished she could spill burning behind closed eyes. Azzo... How she hoped he was safe, sane. Nealite had been wrong in calling them monsters; they couldn't be when they had love for others. They didn't want to hurt people but they had made them in a way she didn't understand possible.

Her heart ached for her prom date, or were they more now, left to wonder about the school grounds with the pain of knowing what he had done to her. How was he coping? Could he even cope? Something told her he was off looking for some one to do him in, to let him rest in piece so that he wouldn't have to deal with any more deaths. Didn't have to deal with the pain of being alone.

Worse yet she couldn't protect him from others or himself like this. She could only lay here and rot, left alone with her thoughts. How that hurt to think that she couldn't return the favor of protection when he needed it the most. So lost in such saddening thoughts she hadn't realized that a tear or two had managed to slip down her decaying flesh. Oh how she wished she could protect him...

Slowly her mind was shutting down, though if it was to protect her from more heartache at speculating what her Azzo (when had he become her Azzo?) was forced to deal with or because it too was beginning to decay she didn't know, and all she could focus on was one thought. One wish. And she put into it as much as she could, hoping that some where out there some one could hear her thoughts, could answer her silent prayer.

She wanted to protect Azzo. She wanted him safe and she wanted him to live. Be it her power or someone else’s, she wanted him alive.