sweetnastyreads
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"You're sick. You need help!"
I tilt my head, smiling while she panics over the blood on her hands. "I don't need help." A soft, manic laugh slips out. "I need you."
She tells me to stay still.
"If I die," I murmur, watching her eyes fill with fear, "it's on you, princess. So don't let me die." I smile wider. "Talk to me."