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Arawn

I don’t like this feeling.

I’m kneading my hands impatiently as I’m sitting next to Nerthus’ bed. They finally got her to sleep, even if she had to be sedated for it.

I don’t like to feel so powerless. I hate not being able to do more than just sit here and watch her sleep, praying that she will get better and not hate me because it is all my fault that she got into this kind of situation.

My chest squeezes as I think that she might hate me for not having intervened in this critical situation sooner, allowing my arch-enemy to hurt her and the boy she loves so dearly.

And I hate myself for nearly praying more for his salvation out of fear that she could blame me for his death, rather than for his precious life’s sake.

The worst thing is that the bugging feeling didn’t leave me after she told me to go check on him. And so, as I finally went to take a look and inquire about the status of the surgery, one of the doctors told me that his heart had stopped beating for a few seco