Blind
Tim's POV I hate him. I don't know if it was his fire, and I don't care. I could have been him who burned the most significant person in my life. Yet I can't shake the feeling of him caring for her. He's so annoyingly delicate and soft with her - protecting her, comforting her. I hate him. Raven's heart rate raced through the roof, and her body rattled like it was vibrating, forcing us to sedate her. Her voice screaming at me to kill her echoes in my brain as tears streamed down my cheeks. Now she's sleeping somewhat peacefully, strapped to the bed with cords and tubes everywhere. He sits on the other side of her, holding his head. All I want is for him to leave and never come back. But I don't think that is happening. 'Unfortunately...' Thor grumbled in my head. 'And he is still f**
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