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“You’ll be alright,” Combeferre said, even as the blood seeped through the bandage and welled up between his fingers where he pressed as if he could keep it all inside. “I just need to get something to clean the wound, and then you’ll be alright.”
The student laying beneath him laughed. “You aren’t lying to me to make me feel better in my last moments, are you?”
Combeferre shook his head. “No. No, I’m not. I swear it.”
“You’re a bad liar, ami.” The student looked up, and then his eyes went glassy..., empty..., dead.
Combeferre wept in his horror.