She's tired, exhausted… Okay, she'll rest for a while, just for a while…
'Thanks, Ace.' She moved her lips. Ace looked at her face, smiling so cleanly.
It wasn't until the sound of steady breathing reached his ears that Ace let go of his hand. He slowly sat on the side of the bed, looking at Demi Moore. The girl looked small and seemed to occupy only a third of the bed; her face was a little pale and seemed much thinner than when he first met. He pinched his face a little; there was some meat, and his body was getting better and better, but he felt that she was getting worse and worse.
His hand gently caressed her face, the emotion so delicate that he loved it and didn't want to let go. "Demi..." His voice was a little panicked, as if something was swollen, warm, also painful; he did
