The gun lay between us, smoke drifting from the barrel. Both our hands were shaking, one from shock, the other from blood loss.
I looked up at her, blinking back a tear. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for this."
It took her a few attempts to find her voice. When it did come, it was a hoarse whisper.
"Really? You didn't mean for this? Oh well that's fine, you're forgiven."
"Well what the fuck do you want from me? I've just shot someone, that's a new experience for me!"
"I want you to get help."