As the arrow pierces through her flesh, her life flashes before her eyes. She's an older vampire and all her years are coming in waves. She doesn't want to die. She's lived too long and tried too hard to change the world's perception of vampires. She had come so far and she wasn't ready to give up now. She wouldn't give up. Even if she did die today, she wouldn't go without one hell of a fight.
Her hands clinch harder against Troy's clothes, trying her best to hold into him while simultaneously not losing her shit. Eyes look down at her leg and she the arrow sticking out of her calf. If she was to survive, that would surely scar. Her flesh was burning more and more with each passing second. Amelia was trying very hard to be strong, but she could feel the tears threatening to fall. This was probably the most painful injury she had ever had...with the exception of the injuries that nearly killed her and forced her into vampirehood.
As they land near a local witch shop, Amelia's eyes keep peeled. She's vulnerable out in the open with an obvious injury and she couldn't afford someone else to take advantage of the situation. Troy pulls her into his arms, his strong biceps holding her up with one arm beneath her knees and the other clutched around the small of her back. Arms wrap around his neck as she holds him close.
He's knocking on the door when a voice draws her interest. In no time, the door is opened and she is being carried into a back room. The shop was quaint, but contained many items that might be fatal to herself. It immediately makes her nervous. She hopes this witch is a good witch and is planning on trying to save her from her injuries, not put her out of her misery.
Her body is laid down on the cot and she winces in pain as the arrow brushes the cot and moves slightly in her leg. She adjusts her leg so there is no contact between the arrow and the cot. Eyes look up at the small Asian woman who's busy reading in her book. Troy tells her what happened and then she moves closer and began to examine the wound. Normally Amelia doesn't like to expose her weaknesses, but she figures that this witch needs to know. After all, she didn't want to be accidentally killed. "I'm allergic to nickel. Please be aware when picking your tools." She tries to smile and shrug, but she's in so much pain that it's futile. "Can you help me?" There is a sense of longing in her voice. She's praying that this witch can help her...this witch is her only hope at survival.

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