47: Unbearable

It was surreal, to be aware of everything going on around me, but not being able to move, feel or interact in any way. I wanted to tell Blake to go away and leave me alone as he sat in the chair beside the bed that he’d pulled in from the dining table in the other room. He kept running his hands over his face as if I were laying there dying.

“Has she said anything,” Sophie’s soft voice came from the doorway.

“Not a word,” he let out a long heavy sigh. “She hasn’t even moved a muscle this whole time and I’m starting to feel like I’m losing it. If we’d done the binding I would at least have some idea what she was going through.”

She stood beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder, “You’ve been sitting here for hours. Why don’t you have Nathan or Samuel come up, while you go check in on Kelly and try to get some sleep? I’ll stay with her.”

He nodded numbly, still staring at me, “Is he really going to send her off?” She