Mabel.
“Lev, what do you mean it’s coming back? I whispered, shifting closer, even though every iota of courage in me was at the verge of death.
His grip on my hand tightened, his large hand completely concealing mine. Not a comforting squeeze—but one birth by fear, filled with desperation, like one drowning.
“You have to go," his voice coming out low and shaky, “now…before it’s too late."
I leaned in closer, refusing to move by his words. “No, I am not leaving you, especially not like this". His chest rising and falling hard, increasing with time, his jaw clenched, and his body twitching under the sheets.
Suddenly, a loud sound like an alarm came from the machines around him, fear gripping me more than before, his skin shone under the moonlight filtering through the curtains, his cla
