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Kieran still sat like a statue, motionless at Autumn's bedside.
Her hand was cradled in his.A little warm. Soft. And the colour was coming back.
He stared at her face with such aching intensity it was a wonder he hadn't blinked in hours. His eyes were dry, burning…but he didn't dare look away. As if missing even a second might cost him something he wouldn't be able to repay.
And then there was a twitch.
His eyes widened.
Her fingers flinched.
Her whole hand jerked away.
Kieran shot upright, nearly spilling out of the chair as he lunged forward, gripping her chin delicately but urgently between his trembling fingers.
"Autumn…?" His voice cracked. "Autumn?!"
But her eyes remained closed. Her body writhed as though tangled in some invisible cords. Sweat glistened across her forehead. Her jaw clenched.
Then she thrashed all of a sudden. She moved with a violent jerk to the other side of the bed.
