Rachel felt someone pick her up over their shoulder, though her eyes were closed and she was clutching her chest again in pain and groaning as she was carried off to safety. Everything to her seemed so slow and hazing as she cracked her eyes open to try and see what was going on, though they quickly closed again as she near passed out to the pain in her inner soul and what the mark was doing to her as well.
She was feeling so useless to the crew and so weak, wishing that she never left for a walk almost wishing she never existed so that the angels never hunted her. Trying to figure out who was carrying her, but she just couldn't make out the voice or see him from her position plus her sight was blurry and it was getting harder and harder to open her eyes. Every soon the hybrid had completely passed out over Death's shoulder as he carried her from battle.
She was feeling so useless to the crew and so weak, wishing that she never left for a walk almost wishing she never existed so that the angels never hunted her. Trying to figure out who was carrying her, but she just couldn't make out the voice or see him from her position plus her sight was blurry and it was getting harder and harder to open her eyes. Every soon the hybrid had completely passed out over Death's shoulder as he carried her from battle.