Shirley's POV
"Can I get headphones and popcorn?" He requested in a low tone and I felt that might make him more relaxed.
All I needed to do was ring a bell to inform any maid to get him what he requested while I tried to stay focused on healing.
I took out my palm expecting the injuries to heal...but they weren't? Did I lose my powers? I kept trying, but Darius told me to give up.
I could sense fear in his eyes as his skin quivered. His eyes were suddenly staring at the lobby, but I didn't see anyone but a shadow which faded.
Someone was watching us. The maid I sent earlier brought headphones and popcorn.
I dismissed her and focused on Darius again.
"You said I've got 3 months to live, can I just die today?" he whispered in a sober tone that I could feel the sadness in his tone.
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