THE WICKED WOLF
“Vasi!”
She has stopped moving. She had stopped shaking. And I swear on my life I think she has stopped breathing as well.
I lift her up in my arms, feeling her sag into me like a lifeless body, and this terrifies me even further to the point of hysteria. “Where is that physician, Julian?!”
“He’s on the way.” Julian reaches over to touch Vasi’s forehead but quickly retracts his hand upon contact. “What happened? She’s burning up, and she’s so pale.”
My Vasi did look d e a t h l y ill, the kind that is on the brink of d e a t h and I can’t accept that. I just can’t.
I cannot handle it if I lose her.
I cannot live.
I cannot breathe.
I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.
There is no me without her.
I thought I could go on without her, but I couldn't. It won't happen. I w
