Flic POV
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As she picked up the limp hand, Flic shivered at its seemingly weightlessness. She carefully cradled it in her own but every touched didn’t seem delicate enough for how fragile the hand was. Bones jutted out from beneath papery skin, clearly showing thin lines of blue and purple beneath. Just a simple glance informed her that the person’s whole body would be the same beneath the tattered clothing covering them. Placing her fingers carefully to their wrist, she felt for a heartbeat. She had to close her eyes to focus, but finally, a weak beat greeted her. It wasn’t much, but it was life.
It felt wrong to move the person, but Flic gently rolled them to their back, making encouraging noises as she did so, though they did nothing to help or hinder her action. Blank eyes stare
