He took both my hands in his, and there was such a serious look in his eyes that I was afraid. I might have turned around to see how much clothing he still had on, but Nathaniel was in front of me. The mouth locked around the wound, and his mouth was wide enough to take it all in, to set his teeth against the torn edges, and grind. It works better than the pills the doctor gave me.
The side of his body pressed up against me, so that our bodies touched from shoulder to hip. Helped me realize that what I was thinking was not entirely me. I had no power over human mortality. But it was more than the look on his face.
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