[It's odd, how still she grows the more she states to fade. Her hands are still curled to her neck, feeling the spill, feeling every alarm start to ring vibrant and red in her mind. She tries to talk, but her voice spills out in a metallic, distant tone, like she's speaking through the back of a tin can.]
Q---Quark--
[He's not safe. He's still not safe. She needs to make sure he's safe, but she can't move, she can't do anything but bleed and bleed.
But she has to do something. She has to tell Quark something to snap him out of it.]
Please--- run--
[With a shudder and a sudden, unnatural halt to her breathing, Luna's eyes dim, her weight falling limp. It will take another minute or so for her to properly fade as her systems start to crash one by one, but outwardly, she's now beyond saving.]
cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma, death
Q---Quark--
[He's not safe. He's still not safe. She needs to make sure he's safe, but she can't move, she can't do anything but bleed and bleed.
But she has to do something. She has to tell Quark something to snap him out of it.]
Please--- run--
[With a shudder and a sudden, unnatural halt to her breathing, Luna's eyes dim, her weight falling limp. It will take another minute or so for her to properly fade as her systems start to crash one by one, but outwardly, she's now beyond saving.]