The knife cut upwards when he straightened to face Gene, lengthening the size of the wound. She gasped and pulled her weight back off the sharp blade. With horror, she realized that the injury did not begin to close as it should have. Blood and stomach fluid leaked out of the wound, soaking her shirt and vest.

Vergil was somewhat correct in his wording, she was dying. Dying of an injury that should have been healing, but wasn't. She gripped Revelations more tightly and summoning her strength, brought the blade around and thrust it upwards, under his ribs and into his heart.