Lizzie was thankful that Dawson was still unconscious; she couldn't imagine staring into those eyes and seeing anything but the friend she knew and loved. Even Max had done his best to resist meeting the glare of those empty red chasms as he'd hauled her into the hospital, but they were impossible to ignore. Not only did they extract any form on humanity from the wearer, they also made Max feel just as cold and hollow. They made him feel like he'd never known her. That he'd meant nothing to her. That he was worthless to her. Of course, he realised none of it was true, but the lack of any glimmer of recognition on a face he knew so well was haunting.
"What the bloody hell are you playing at, mate?" one of the survivors wheezed, glaring down at Max and his new companion.
Max chose not to r
