~~Narration~~
Valkyrie watches Ghoster's chest stop moving as she works feverishly to stop the bleeding.
It would have saved most people, but there's just too many deep cuts, and too much blood has been lost.
As she looks at the pale face, she realizes she's half on a street curb, probably with a bent axle, in the middle of the night. Her own wounds begin to ache now that the adrenaline rush is fading.
She has no idea where Ollie is, or if Ghoster had family to call.
At least it's stopped raining.