06-01-2017, 05:26 AM
He smiled. Though she could see the anxiety through the expression, she was glad he was not a wreck. What the fuck could she say to comfort him? She was too practical to try and convince him everything would be fine. They'd both know it for a lie. But she was here, and she would fight his corner while the doctors poked and prodded. That'd have to be enough. She shifted her stance, gaze flicking to the door that would admit Marcil.
Don't let them hurt me. A muscle tightened in her jaw. Something in her soul stirred to that plea. She couldn't even promise him that; the power she controlled wrought miracles, but it still had limitations. Should things go sour it might keep him alive, but Marcil would be the one performing the operation. He was the one in control. She couldn't promise the outcome. She could promise her own intentions, though. "I won't."
Don't let them hurt me. A muscle tightened in her jaw. Something in her soul stirred to that plea. She couldn't even promise him that; the power she controlled wrought miracles, but it still had limitations. Should things go sour it might keep him alive, but Marcil would be the one performing the operation. He was the one in control. She couldn't promise the outcome. She could promise her own intentions, though. "I won't."
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