Where was he? Why was everything around him so dark, so gloomy. Why did it feel like his chest was burning with a fire which he could not douse?
It was not only painful, but Sam felt like he was incapable of drawing a decent breath. There was a warmth on his forehead. Gentle strokes which instantly made him feel better. He could not move the tiniest inch though, everywhere was aching.
“I got you, Sam. I got you,” a familiar voice was murmuring soothing words, in between desperate prayers to the Moon Goddess. Ella. His Ella.
Somehow, hearing her voice gave him enough courage to mentally blink the haze which caught hold of his mind. She was his panacea, acting like a remedy to all his current pain. Already, he was feeling her nearness a relief, just like when he’d been stabbed by the kni
