“HE CAN’T DIE! We aren’t married yet.” Circe was trying more to convince herself than anybody else. She understood why Star did what she did. None of them completely forgot about the damn prophecy. Pacing up and down in his room, Circe felt as if her life ended the moment Blake was injured. She had to keep telling herself that he wasn’t going to die, but each time a doctor or nurse came in to check on his vitals, she could see on their faces that it wasn’t good.
The next morning, they took Blake away for tests and only Circe was allowed to go along. It was nerve wracking to stand there and watch him being put through every possible test and not know what the tests were for. The staff at the hospital were incredible, as they tried to explain, but her brain simply wouldn’t take it all in.
