It's been 11 days.
He isn't better.
His face is healing. The once raw, bloody scratches, are turning blue and black. His once olive skin is grey and sickly.
It's killing me to see him like his.
I still have hope.
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Toxic Observations
RomanceWhere there are humans, there is no humanity. --------------- "Just to clarify, this isn't a story about me. I don't have any significance in this story. Everything that happened would have happened whether I was there or not. I'm just an outsider...
