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Cordelia nodded and took the sleeve that Mayonette was handing her. She held against the rest of Garnae's wound tightly. She then started to pray.
Please spirits. Please anybody. Save this man. I love him. Does that mean nothing? She continued to press the wound with Mayonette's help. She only hoped that this attempt would be enough.
After several moments Mayonette motioned for her to check her side of the wound. She did and saw that it was no longer bleeding. She waited a little bit to ensure that it wasn't just slowing down, but indeed it was done bleeding. Mayonette checked her side of the wound and found the same thing.
She leaned over and kissed Garnae softly. She stroked his cheek gently.
"Hang on Garnae. I shall take of you. I promise. Just don't leave. Hear my words and come back to me. I love you," she whispered. She hoped that her words of love would save him.
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