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It was over. Sakura was surprised at herself for having pulled away at the last moment and succumbing to her feeling of sickness. She was a bit ashamed, too. Rising from the ground with one arm still clutched at her queasy stomach, the girl watched Soulless' desperation to give blood to Asmodeus. She blinked a couple of times, trying to understand what was going on, but it was only the urgency of Soulless' movements that told her something was wrong.
"Asmodeus!" she exclaimed, somehow finding her voice, although uncertain and raspy, she had quickly forgotten her own sickness in lieu of his. Sakura nearly flew to the side of the table, bending over to look at his face closely, watching his breathing. She looked over at Soulless, her eyes wide and afraid. "He needs...blood? Make the heart...beat?" She attempted to decipher what the boy was saying and then, realizing with a gasp, she pressed her ear against Asmodeus' chest to listen for his heartbeat. She closed her eyes and held her breath, but she could barely hear it, the faint sounds of his life slipping away.
She didn't even look around the room to see if the doctor was going to stop or her or if Tegan or the Warmaster had something to say. She had seen Soulless' devotion, immediately rushing to Asmodeus when he saw he was pain. She was inspired to do the same. Asmodeus' life was in danger and Sakura knew one way that she could help. She moved over to his head, bent over and performed CPR.
In her mind, she was praying, pleading and begging for him to survive. For even after all that happened, Sakura knew she had seen the good in Asmodeus. And anyone with a good heart deserved to live regardless of what they had done.
Every saint has past and every sinner, a future.
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It was over. Sakura was surprised at herself for having pulled away at the last moment and succumbing to her feeling of sickness. She was a bit ashamed, too. Rising from the ground with one arm still clutched at her queasy stomach, the girl watched Soulless' desperation to give blood to Asmodeus. She blinked a couple of times, trying to understand what was going on, but it was only the urgency of Soulless' movements that told her something was wrong.
"Asmodeus!" she exclaimed, somehow finding her voice, although uncertain and raspy, she had quickly forgotten her own sickness in lieu of his. Sakura nearly flew to the side of the table, bending over to look at his face closely, watching his breathing. She looked over at Soulless, her eyes wide and afraid. "He needs...blood? Make the heart...beat?" She attempted to decipher what the boy was saying and then, realizing with a gasp, she pressed her ear against Asmodeus' chest to listen for his heartbeat. She closed her eyes and held her breath, but she could barely hear it, the faint sounds of his life slipping away.
She didn't even look around the room to see if the doctor was going to stop or her or if Tegan or the Warmaster had something to say. She had seen Soulless' devotion, immediately rushing to Asmodeus when he saw he was pain. She was inspired to do the same. Asmodeus' life was in danger and Sakura knew one way that she could help. She moved over to his head, bent over and performed CPR.
In her mind, she was praying, pleading and begging for him to survive. For even after all that happened, Sakura knew she had seen the good in Asmodeus. And anyone with a good heart deserved to live regardless of what they had done.
Every saint has past and every sinner, a future.
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[Sakura, realizing something is wrong due to Soulless' desperation, moves over to perform CPR on Asmodeus.]