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Perdita!" Sthena's voice resounded as he rushed towards the shocked Perdita whose eyes had widened in utter disbelief as blood was quick to rush out, soaking her dress.
"Sth... Sthena," Perdita's voice called to him, her hands stretched to hold him for support as her legs gave in to the excruciating pain from the arrow that pierced into her chest.
"Hold tight, Love," Sthena's soothing and reassuring words reached her ears, her green eyes glazy with unshed tears while staring at the arrow and the blood that oozed out of her chest.
Holding her close, Sthena gently laid her on the ground, observing where the arrow had struck. He said, his tone soft, "Luckily, it wasn't directly into your heart." He exhaled just as he finished speaking, his eyes darkening when he placed his palm on hers which held the arrow, blood continuing to seep out of the wound and onto the ground.
"Get it out, pl-please," Perdita gasped, the pain stopping her from speaking more.
