Light. Softness. Beeping.
She opened her eyes. For the second time in less than a week, Shelly found herself in medical care. This time it wasn't an ambulance gurney, but white sheets, a bed, and an IV in her arm, which looked quite ruddy. Her father had pulled a chair up to her bedside and was holding her good hand. His normally neat hair was tousled and his eyes were reddened. The crow's feet at their sides crinkled.
"Hey," her dad said.
Shelly smiled and squeezed the strong, rough fingers, which gently squeezed back. He'd made it.
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Envenonmate
HorrorTamville has fallen silent...except for the buzzing from giant killer hornets. Cut off from the outside world, and on crutches from a broken leg, nineteen year-old Shelly knows she'll be safe once she closes the windows and stays inside. Then she re...
