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I carry her to the hotel Bella Morte. I'm out of breath.
"WE NEED HELP! PLEASE! GET US HELP!", I scream.
"Would you like a room?", asks the manager.
"WE NEED A DOCTOR!"
"Very well. Here is your room key." I take the key, very confused of what I'm supposed to do.
"Would you like a hand with you bag?" At this, I'm rather offended.
I carry her to the room silently. It's the basement of the hotel. There was rice and rose petals everywhere.
It's a very cold, open room with red and blue decor. I set her lifeless body on the bed.
"Helena. Sweetheart. WAKE UP. Please, wake up."
She's bleeding everywhere. I look for something to stop the blood, but all I find is paper towels. I tear strips off of the bed sheets and try to bandage the wounds, but there's so much blood, it doesn't make a difference. She's dead. I take off her dress and wrap her body in the fitted sheet.
If there's to be a funeral, she's going to need clean attire.