The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 483) The Last Time
As Crispin’s eyes close, he reaches for Lyla’s hand, but he is too weak and it drops to his side. Tenderly, Lyla lifts his hand up taking it into hers; she gently strokes his palm with her fingers.
“What do I need to do? How can I help you?” She whispers as she places a thick pad of gauze on his shoulder and tapes it in place. She has been trying to avoid showing him how fearful she is but now with his eyes closed, she begins to cry silently. More than anything, she fears he is dying. Is this going to be the last time they speak? Crispin coughs and winces in pain as he moves toward her trying to say something, but he is so frail that he must lay back.
“Shhhh, don’t speak, you need to rest.” She says softly as she pulls the covers up to keep him warm.
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