Won't You Take The Risk For Dem?
(From Blue's Perspective)
I sat beside the bed where Dem lay motionless, his lips black, his eyes shut and his veins completely dark as if his blood was not red, but black. I rested my head on his chest. He was cold, but I had hugged him like this many times; I had shivered enough times to get used to the feeling of coldness. I found some kind of comfort even as I hugged his cold skin, not the warm ones like before that spoke of life. Now, his body and everything spoke of something different entirely. I did not want to think about it lest it should come true. What would I do then?
I had seen the look on others' faces. They were afraid to come close. They had not seen the King like this. They never expected to. Silly me! Who could even expect something like this ever?
It was Luc, who knelt on the ground by the bed and held Dem's hand. "Your dumb hand is cold, you ass," he said.