She watched in horror from her bed as he clutched at his chest, his face pain-stricken and eyes disbelieving. A strangled cry emitted from his throat as he staggered about, wavering back and forth. His eyes darted around the room as if he were seeking something to assuage the unrelenting pain. He stumbled forth uncontrollably, his attempts in vain however as the thick, red blood escaped through his fingers.
In horrid fascination, he looked down at his hands, mesmerized by the sticky substance which disguised them. A moan escaped his lips as he gazed down in astonishment at the blood slowly seeping from his wound. A malicious scowl marred his face as he shot a scathing, accusatory look in her direction. His body began to shake violently and in a matter of seconds the ugly scowl disappeared and was replaced with a taut line. A solitary, savage scream escaped his throat and then his body ceased shuddering and he fell forwards onto the bed.
She screamed furiously, squeezing her eyes shut as she braced herself for the inevitable. After a few moments, she carefully opened her eyes, her breathing heavy and her body shaking. Cautiously, she looked down and immediately felt her stomach wretch at the sight of his bloodied body upon hers. Coincidentally, his face was positioned dangerously close to hers, enabling her to look directly into his unmoving, green eyes.
Her right hand began to shake uncontrollably and suddenly became clammy and unbelievably cold. The sleek, cool metal slipped from her fingers just then, clattering to the floor with a resounding thud. As the finality of the sound echoed throughout the room and she looked down, the tears started to flow freely. They coursed down her cheeks quickly as she stared into the now glassy eyes of the person whom, for the past five years, she had loved so deeply.