He let out a pained gasp, crumpling to the ground, his blood flowing out onto the dirt below him. The robber who had done it stood over Virgil dumbly, knife still in hand
Virgil was breathing heavily, chest constricted in panic as his body shut down-he could FEEL himself dying- The one who stabbed him backed up a little eyes wide with fear
Virgil smiled a little, grabbing his hand, his blood staining Drac's dark gloves even as his other hand was held over his chest, crimson blood flowing between his fingers
