MADELINE
I pulled Wilhelm off the floor and dragged him to the bed. His body was dead weight in my arms. Blood kept pouring from his nose, soaking into his shirt and spreading across his chest. His eyes were still rolled back, still showing nothing but white.
"Will, come on." I grabbed a cloth from the nightstand and pressed it against his face. The fabric turned red almost instantly. "Wake up. Please wake up."
His breathing was shallow. Too shallow. Like his lungs couldn't remember how to work properly.
I wiped the blood away and it just kept coming. My hands shook as I tried to clear his airways, make sure he could breathe. The seizures had stopped but he was so still now.
Too still.
"Don't you dare die on me." I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Wilhelm!"
There was nothing. Horror climbed over my skin.
I pressed my hands to his chest and felt for his heartbeat. It was there but weak and irregular. Like it might give up at any second.
