W.I.P Snippet

“Her hand stayed on his bicep, while her fingers moved back and forth in a near petting fashion, and the realization his body temperature dropped more hit her. His skin, so cold it simply didn’t seem natural. His pallor pale and now looked more gray than anything else.

Last night the staff assured her Trick’s vitals appeared to be doing much better. Something changed during the night. Trick seemed to be giving up and no one could explain why.

The shrill sound of a siren went off and she lifted her head as the sounds of numerous footsteps thundered in their direction sparing a frightened glance at Trick.

Though he made no sounds or movements, she sensed him leaving them.

Leaving her.”


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