Arachnid sat in the universal mid-drift with a blade in her servo. Suddenly not even not even 6 seconds later, she began to rip gashes into herself. Letting the tears flow as she tried to forget Tailgate, Arcee, all of them. Jack and June. The guy in the helicopter. Am I insane? I need to die. 

"Ara-OH MY GOD!!!!" Her house-mate screeched in horror as her childhood friend was bleeding out on there couch. 

"911, Claire, we'll be right there!" the dispatcher said knowing Arachnid.