think about it! Everyone would cry, cause she'd be:
sputtering, blood seeping out of her wound. The bullet would be deep into her chest. She'd start crying, saying "I-I'm scared. It - it hurts! I'm scared! Please, don't leave me!" Her companion (Thespia or something) will beguin to cry. "No no no no no! I won't leave - see!" Or something.
The companion will crawl closer, tears in their eyes. Molly is shaking uncontrollably, her eyes cloudy. "I-I'm scared," she repeats raspily. Then Molly's eyes droop, and then shoot open. She starts gasping for air. "No, no you're not leaving, you'll be fine!" The companion reasures in a whisper. Molly turns her head slightly towards her, her blue eyes sparkling. "Thank you..." Molly will whisper. Then she'll let out her last breath.
Claire would round the corner, and gasp, screaming and rushing toward Molly. Someone would cover their mouths to hold back the tears. Claire screams "No!" Over and over. "WAKE UP! Stop!" Someone will restrain her, while the companion will block out everything. Just looking at Molly's body.