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    Story written on April 22, 2012 by kins40.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=79129
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    Part 4

    Deathly silence followed.
    Bette came to, having momentarily lost consciousness. 
    She felt no pain.
    Ignoring her own state, she first looked over to Tina.
    She was covered in blood. In the impact, her beautiful face had been shattered, its once wonderful symmetry distorted by the broken bones beneath the surface. Her blonde locks were crimson red, matted by a mixture of  congealed blood and shards of glass.
    There was a huge gash in her neck, where a sharp dagger shaped piece of glass had flown, embedding itself in the upright of her seat severing her carotid artery as it travelled along its fateful path.
    Blood poured out of the wound at an alarming rate.
    Bette tried to reach out, to somehow help and  stem the flow of life which escaped Tina’s body freely. 
    But she couldn’t. 
    Looking down, not believing what she was staring at. A piece of the telegraph pole had punctured her chest pining her to her seat.
    Confused by the lack of pain, her brain immediately registered the reason.  Her spine had been severed and she was paralysed. She tried to raise her hands but none of her limbs would react.
    A sound coming from her passenger made her look over again. Tina’s eyes fluttered and then opened. Tears immediately started flowing. She tried to speak but was only capable of producing a wet gurgling sound.
    Bette’s own vision blurred with her own tears. She couldn’t help, all she could do now was watch as life slowly ebbed away from the love of her life, sitting there only inches away from her, so close yet so far away.
    Not that it was much help now but Bette remembered  the one statistic that she had hoped she would never be faced with.
    23 seconds.
    23 seconds was all it took for someone to succumb from exsanguination.
    23 seconds was all it took for someone to bleed to death.
    Bette sobbed and closed her eyes. How long had it been already? She had less  than 23 seconds she was sure of it. She looked as Tina’s eyes dropped slowly, the gushing from her neck had slowed and the pulsing was now less frequent as her failing heart struggled to push the last drops through her opened artery.
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    1. Kins, your writing never ceases to amaze me! Loved that 45 was a mini epilogue to Savannah. As usual, I am looking forward to your next installment. Thanks Kins!

    3. Yay! A return to the savanna. Glad you turned that middle one into a dream, cuz I was about to abandon ship, but geez – Bette needs to eat milder food before bed. What a dream.

    4. I don’t think I can live without my Sunday tradition. Relaxing day, reading great stories. Thank you for the beautiful stories and for considering/using my number. 15 was my brothers birthdate. We were gay siblings, and he was an awesome brother and human being. Thank you K😘

    7. Thanks Kins for another fabulous update ;-) though 23 almost got me there.. Phew glad it’s only bad dream in the ff world :-D lol.. Looks like raining and cold propelled your nc17 writing mood.. But knowing you feel miserable because of that, may I suggest you to come to the tropic here and enjoy warm weather all along? some said its not warm but hot, but it’s sunny for sure ;-) and maybe it will highlight your mood into sunny mood also :-) hehe.. So glad to have a glimpse of savannah and such a wonderful news to celebrate :-) I simply enjoy reading your story, so sure I’ll re-read them again ;-) thanks again Kins!!

    11. Okay, first – very sweet. Second – grrrr! You made me cry (I was hoping it was a bad dream but still…), Third – yippee, a reprise to our beloved Savannah (happy dance). Another trio of finely written stories Kins! You ROCK – and no worries about the infinity thing ;). Here’s wishing you bright, warm and sunny days soon! iHH xx

    13. Thank you, excellent stories esp. with the second one keeping us on the edge of our seat. REALLY enjoyed the trip back to Savannah. You could continue that amazing story anytime…

    15. Ohhhh I looovvveeddd 45!!! U know Savannah is my favorite story. Don’t know if it’s too late to submit a number but I had an idea since I haven’t seen anything like it before, how about something involving Bette and Tina dealing with a rebellious teenaged daughter (namely Angie lol) the number could be 49

    19. The first story, kind of hot ..but at the same time…gentle and sweet. Second…I almost …well what can i say?…I can’t see any one of them dying..but at the end she woke up?….I said “thanked god it’s just a dream” ….and your last…glad to see what they are now…and Ellie having an Admirer. While they are waiting for their first born. thanks Kins40.

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