Jarek
My heart raced as I paced from one end of the hospital hall to the other, shaking in fear at the thought of Leilani being in pain or going through any form of distress.
I had seen her face before the doctors practically chased me out of her ward. I had seen the panic in her eyes, and noticed how impossible it was for her to move even an inch or breathe.
Her once creamy skin had become so pale, so white and covered in sweat that it made her look like a real time vampire from the movie: Twilight.
But that wasn't what scared me the most.
What scared me the most was her eyes. Usually purple. Usually warm. But a few minutes ago, they had shone with a strange white light and were so cold, if I didn't know her better, I would've thought she was about to murder half of us present in her ward.
—And I fear that she is strong enough to murder us at this point.
My hands grew clammy from balling them into fists over and over and over again… until…
