Slowly, she broke their hug and when he stared at her, she weakly closed her eyes, “I’m sleepy,” she uttered, feeling the way the blood wasn’t oozing out anymore.
It was as if what she said had reminded him of their situation, he cupped her face and stared deeply into her eyes, “Where should I take you to? Can I take you back to your mother?” He asked tenderly and she shook her head lightly at him.
“She’ll kill you, Lorcán. She can’t know you’re here...” With each word she had uttered, she was getting weaker and she wanted nothing but to sleep, in his arms, until her eyes are tired of sleeping. She didn't mind about what had happened or the brutal act that nearly happened, she wanted him and that was what she was going to get.
“Where do I take you then? I don't mind even if she’s going
