Alastair
As soon as I approached Chelsea and pulled her up, she threw herself onto me, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest. I could feel the scorching heat of her fever through my blazer, and a wave of helplessness washed over me. There was no cure for the curse that plagued her, the curse that I felt guilty for even offering.
My hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure of where to touch her, as I called out her name. "Chelsea."
She hugged me even tighter, her breaths becoming heavier as her body sought solace in mine. "Help me." She mumbled. Her actions were beyond urgent, her rationality completely corrupted. I had never seen her so desperate before, so consumed by the fever.
I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her lips against the crook of my neck. The warmth threatened to consume me, to burn me from within. But I couldn't think of myself in that moment, not when Chelsea needed me.
