Screaming. The horrible screaming doesn't stop. No matter how much she wishes it would, it doesn't cease.

The liquid changes. Clean and pure. No longer is it the frightening crimson that was covering her from head to foot. Now it is soft. Gently carrying her away from the place that screamed of murder. Water. The liquid is water....

Only when she opens her eyes does she realize that they had been pebbles rub against the tender skin of her back where the bandage has been rubbed away from the wound on her back. She cries out in pain and puts her face in her hands....

The liquid. The blood. The blood is there, covering her hands and now her face aswell. The blood of one she could not save....