Fifty-one

-Valdus-

Blood ran down from my finger tips.

My chest was moving up and down from deep breath and heavy breaths I would inhale and exhale.

Tears stained my cheek with blood mixing with the tears that were falling.

My claws had blood dripping from them, skin was hanging from them.

Blood covered half of my face from splattering against me, and on my chest.

She was breathing.

Her heart was pumping.

But other five hearts weren't.

The dead nurses body covered the floor with their hearts dead. Not moving. Not pumping.

I was trying to calm my racing heart from what I just did, but I can just...