Killing Me

"Not a chance in hell," laughed Rip, the stress and worries that had been weighing him down lately all of a sudden leaving him. "I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. You can just stay there and give my Little Bird whatever she needs to keep that look on her face."

"Killing me," pressed the Reaver as he dropped even more. The only part of his body not resting on the floor right now was the arm I was still holding.

"You are acting like you weren't planning on doing the same thing to her," shrugged Rip as he got comfortable on the bed. "As far as I am concerned, she can do whatever she wants to you. I'll even help her hide the body."

I watched the Reaver gasping for air, his chest hardly moving as he forced the oxygen into his lungs. Every gasp and wheeze made me that much happier, but I could feel his energy starting to slow down.