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Disconnected (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Megohime didn’t try to stop them, looking down at the knife protruding from her gut and staggering back a few more steps. She coughed and blood erupted from her mouth like a waterfall, causing her to finally collapse against the wall behind her and slowly sink to the floor. “M... Masamune..” Megohime croaked out, looking up at him, still unconscious in the chair, but unharmed.
 
He looked like he was just sleeping, relaxed and peaceful. She was probably going to die here, there was no telling when anyone would wake up in time to save her.
 
Megohime felt alone again for the first time in weeks, holding back tears as she let her head rest back against the stone wall. She didn’t want to die, didn’t want to leave the new family she had finally received, but she knew deep down that she was dying. Her eyelids grew heavy before long, and after a while she stopped fighting it, closing her eyes and letting her head slump forward.
 
"Megohime!! Megohime!!" Kojurou and the others woke up not long after she had lost consciousness, and Kojurou was scared he was too late. Masamune saw the bone knife and scowled.
"They killed a God just to use it as a weapon. Humans sicken me." He growled before moving to pick up Megohime, "Come on, she has a very small window before we lose her."
 
Megohime’s skin was starting to gray already, bruises forming over her skin in dark splotches and her breathing slow and shallow. The knife was unmistakably made of bone, carved into the shape of a knife. Would Megohime even survive such a wound? She was a second generation being, and one had never been wounded by a god before.
 
Masamune and Kojurou worked tirelessly to keep her cells from dying, to stop the poison from the bone from reaching more critical spots of her body. It was hard, and the children watched in fear.
"Onee-sama!"
"Stay with us, big sis!"
"Please don't die!"
 
Megohime barely stirred the entire time Masamune and Kojurou treated her, the flesh around the knife having already turned black, but not from rot. Treating Masamune’s wounds was one thing, even treating second generations Kojurou had some experience in, but this was entirely new to him. While they worked, it quickly became apparent Megohime had stopped breathing, lips tinted blue, and her eyes looking sunken in.
 
It took nearly five minutes, but Kojurou finally got Megohime to start breathing again, but it was still weak and shallow. Her heart rate too was slow, barely registering as a pulse when Kojurou looked for it.
 
"Thank the Gods..." Kojurou muttered in relief, his head dropping as he relaxed a bit. Masamune was still working, making different things to pour down her throat.
 
Most of Masamune’s mixtures went down her throat easily; medicines to help stop her bleeding, medicines to help prevent infections, but there was no medicine to reverse the damage done by the bone knifes affect on Gods.
“She’s awake..!” One of the children called out, tears in their eyes.
Megohime stared blankly up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused.
 
Megohime didn’t respond the the children trying to get her attention, she didn’t even look at Masamune or Kojurou; startlingly, she started to cough up more blood. It came oozing from her nose, pouring out her mouth, choking on it as she laid on her back.
 
"Go to your rooms, go!" Kojurou orsered, pushing the children out quickly. Masamune hissed lowly.
"Kojurou, we may have to give her soke.of my blood." He said. Kojurou looked back.
"Would she even take it?"
"She'll have to."
 
Megohime needed something, she wasn’t doing well, and at that point anything would do.
She coughed and gagged, trying to clear the blood from her throat even as she was barely conscious.
 
Kojurou moved over to try and get to work fast to set up a blood transfusion. He hoped it wouod work, his prayers ringing in Masamune's ears.
 
Megohime’s unfocused eyes shifted slightly, moving to look toward Masamune as Kojurou put the IV in her arm. She attempted to speak, but only a bit of blood came out of her mouth when she coughed; would she even make it long enough to accept his blood?
 
Masamune looked to her and gave her as soft smile, hoping to give her some kind of comfort and reassurance. He didn't want her body to reject his blood.
 
Megohime closed her eyes, too tired to try and respond, the same sinking feeling of falling unconscious taking a hold of her again.
 
Megohime seemed to remain still for the longest time, and the worst could only be assumed, her body hadn’t had enough strength left in it and had rejected Masamune’s blood. But upon checking, Megohime’s pulse was slowly becoming stronger, her breathing more even.
 
Megohime’s condition slowly improved over the next few hours, but she still hadn’t woken yet, did it have to do with the knife used in the attack? Would Megohime wake back up at all?
 
"Will she wake up, Masamune-sama?" Kojurou asked. Masamune crossed his arns gently.
"She could, but it could take days...weeks...years..." He replied.
 
Surely Megohime wouldn’t be asleep for years, she had taken his blood with no problem, and she was strong, so surely she would wake soon, right?
Megohime fell endlessly through inky darkness, unable to move or make a sound, only the feeling of falling, then she found herself staring up at the sky, blue and full of white wisps of clouds, the warm air of summer blowing on her skin. She sat up, and she was a place she didn’t recognize, a place with no skyscrapers or cars, just fields and beyond that a large forest.
 
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