66 – The Pieces Left Over

‘Stop her!’

The voice again. The Stef-that-wasn’t-Stef. The voice of the voice in her head. The other person in the room trying to save her life.

Curt stiffened, his muscles heavy and straining with all the pain of a flight-or-fight response, except there was nothing to fight, nothing that he could put down with a shot, a knife, or a well-placed insult.

He held her as tightly as he could, trying to hold her, tether her the the world, like in the morgue, like in the infirmary. Pulling her back one was thing, holding her here was another. Continue reading “66 – The Pieces Left Over”