Frankly, My Dear...
03-31-2013, 03:49 PM
Things continued to dim, but she fought the darkness. Her husbands words boomed within her ears, making the pain even worse. The brunette queen fought back tears, her battle against the black consuming her draining her of everything. She wasn't sure if it was him, or the pain, that drove tears to her eyes, but here they were, tricking down her flushed cheeks. He was right, she felt like she was on the brink of death, and for all she knew she could be. She needed help. "Hold me Ger, please just devour me with your warmth, and I won't say another word." It was a big risk to take, but the fever burning within her demanded warmth. If the healer came soon Gerhardt wouldn't be exposed to the sickness for long; thats if her did what she asked of him. Speech, |
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