"Now, Doctor, "I can hear Devion say, but his voice is faint in my head, and I'm starting to feel a bit weak in my bones.
My only hope for momentum was the ceiling which had begun to spiral in my eyes when I looked up for support.
"I'm so sorry Redna. I just can't lose you too," he whispers into my ear, and for the hundredth time in the land of the living, I hate the world, and I hate my life.
"Doct...Doctor Martins, W-wait"
I manage to say, my voice barely above a stutter as I try to lift my right leg but I'm unable to explain the sudden weakness I'm overcome by.
Two forced contractions later and my legs still won't move a muscle an inch.
I can hardly think of the next step when I feel a quick grip on my shoulder, as I had just been hijacked by some muscular freak. I struggle a bi
