Michael P.O.V-
she stands, staring at my bloody covered body as if used for kids to finger-paint over. The effort to keep my eyes open, decreasing at the light touches of Stormy's warm fingertips against my cold skin. Calming me and giving me a protective feelings."Mikey" she whispers softly causing me to open my eyes a little, to see her already staring into my eyes, her green orbs causing me to lose myself for a brief moment, slipping into deep thought lost in her beauty."Mikey are you okay? Are you feeling faint? Maybe I should take you to the hospital?!" she questions becoming slightly panicked. "NO!" I quickly say loudly causing her to jump slightly."Mikey I'm sorry it's okay" she says calming me cupping my cheek, "How do you feel?" she asks softly, her thumbs rubbing small circles on my jaw lines."I feel a lot.. I just feel tired!" I slur my words unable to feel a normal sentence; the idea of sleep consuming me.
"Okay, you can rest on my bed. I need to change and I'll be right back" she whispers softly into my ear, as I lye further back into her comfy bed.Part of me begin her to stay, the other ringing to let her change. I just manage to her the door clothes, "No don't go Stormy I need you!" I mumble out, feeling lost, getting dragged down deep and deeper until I can hardly open my eyes anymore.
