ANGEL
More days passed. Or maybe just hours. I couldn’t tell anymore.
My body felt lighter. Weaker. My head floated when I tried to sit up. The room spun in lazy circles all the time. Above all, my tears had completely dried up, maybe it was dehydration, my body couldn’t produce waste if it had no more.
Vincent’s face appeared above me, again. He looked different. His expression was hard was the first thing I noticed.
His eyes were different today, the gentle coaxing in them was gone.
“I didn’t want to do this,” he said, his eyes possessing a faint hint of regret before they hardened into something determined. Cruel.
That was when I noticed them, two women in white lab coats appeared, I could see their medical equipment and an IV stand.
No. I shook my head when Vincent gestured
