Salvatore.
“Lilas?” I say, holding her face and making sure she is looking at me. In any second, it’s going to get bloody in the building because I’m going to make it a lesson that Donatello never forgets. As I stare at her, it’s like there’s something that has broken.
Wisps of tousled hair frames her face which is painted with introspection, while a subtle furrow on her brow that hints at the labyrinth of contemplation, I hunch my back to be the object of her gaze. Her eyes are vacant, detached from the present. It must be too much for her, the accident…
Or did Donatello say something to her? Did he do something to her?
“Lilas, look at me! It’s my fault, okay…it’s all my fault, blame me.” I say, hugging her and holding her body in my arms.
“Richard, take her to Lead hospital.” I say
