Come on, Noelle, do it

"Noelle? Are you okay?" I asked the groaning assassin.

She had clutched her chest and was panting heavily, as if she was about to have a heart attack.

Fucking noob.

Hmm, but what if she's actually going into cardiac arrest? What if while I'm wondering when she'll stop with her stupid act, she's fighting for her life and hoping that I'll see the signs and call a fucking doctor or something?

What if she dies on me, with my amused eyes as the last thing she sees before she leaves for her next life?

That would be awesome I mean that would be a yikes from me.

I can't let her die. I mean, who will I pull my epic prank on if she's not there?

At the very least, she cannot die until I finish all the phases of my current prank.

Huh, fuck, looks like I have to protect these motherfuckers. What has my life come to?

I cri.

"Yes…" the woman in question exhaled deeply. "Yes, I'm fine," she took another deep breath and sat up straight.