"I'm scared your going to die. For god sake promise me you won't die?"
"I can't promise that, Lena." He groans in pain. I could practically feel it.
"Promise me." My voice comes out harsher then I intended.
"I promise, I won't die." He tries to put humour in his voice, but it was overrun by the pain he was in.
"Good."
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4 A.M. Fears
Short Story'They say at 3 A.M. all the monsters come out, yet all my fears come out at 4.'
