watch the hospital that's just across the street ━ sick

[RED]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]"God, no." He wonders if there is irony in his humble prayer. He stoops down and tries to pick her up, tries to lift her head in his wide hand but it feels like he is picking up the weight of a whole world to carry on his shoulders. It's her world, gone now. Hopes, spoken wishes, all lost to time and the inevitability of passing. He lets her head back down gently and, in that moment, comes to realize that there is nothing left to do for her. Arrow is dead in seconds. She bled and breathed and died, all before anyone could process how to save her - if there was even a way to do so.

Red is quiet, holding his breath because in this world things don't make sense - she'll jolt back to life with a gasp, her ghost will escape and haunt them, she'll come strolling back in a new form as if nothing happened. At least, those were the things he was accustomed to. But it stays quiet. She stays dead. He lowers his head a little, because looking at her half-open eyes and slack jaw feels wrong. He didn't even know her and she gave him the privilege of watching her die.

That's an honor, where he's from.

"Easy... Easy." Hellboy isn't sure what to do anymore, but Selby does, and she tries in utter desperation to revive her limp corpse. He reaches to rest his hand on her shoulder, to pull her back gently. Denial isn't worth the tome. He feels out of place here, but no less hurt; being a witness was worse than most made it out to be, it seemed. "Let's get her cleaned up. Lay her down somewhere else."

He looks around at the others, stifling how pathetic it feels when he says it out loud, "I'm... Sorry."