Richard
Out of surgery, James remains in intensive care.
As I enter, Michael sits slumped in a chair, sleeping. His eyes are deeply shadowed, and the normally handsome man looks threadbare.
Wonder how much sleep he’s had?
And by the bed, Charlotte weeps inconsolably over the unconscious James. It’s heart-rending to see. She’s exhausted with crying, each sob wracked from her body. Her face is dry, but puffy and swollen, red and blotched.
And the sheer injustice of it bites at me.
She doesn’t deserve this….
Leaning forward over the edge of the bed, she rests her head on folded hands, her face close to his.
“Master, come back to me. Please don't leave me. I promise I'll never disobey you again….”
Fuck. She's blaming herself….
“…. Just please don't leave me….”
Time to step in….
Her
