I Love You

Brishor and Chezzal were at the end of their wits. Their minds played tricks on them. For the whole night neither could sleep. After what the healer told them, Brishor wanted to capture Judith and Viola and throw them inside the dungeons and then kill them slowly and painfully. In his frustration, he had pounded a table in the corner which shattered into hundreds of pieces. 

Chezzal sat right next to her, holding her hand. Often, he thought he heard her soft murmurs. He would jump upright to check her, only to see that she was still deeply sedated. Her breath had become slow and her heartrate just as slow. He felt as if his chest had a gaping hole. He would keep checking her pulse in her wrist but it was almost dying. He had started hallucinating things now. He would think that she had turned her head, only to find that she was lying on her back with no movement.