Blood And Desire
She simply knelt beside him, pressed the food into his trembling hands, cleaned the festering wounds that refused to close, and whispered the same two words every time she left: “Stay alive.”
And he did stay alive. Not because he wanted to, not at first. In the earliest days, when the pain was still fresh and the humiliation burned hotter than the fever, he had wanted to die. He had wanted the cold to take him, the blood loss to finish what Winter’s fists had started. But Jada’s stubborn, quiet refusal to let him go had slowly worn down that desire. Each time she came, each time she forced another sip of water past his cracked lips, each time she re-bandaged the wounds that kept splitting op
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