"You are killing me, Serena. Just like you killed your sister." He rasped, his voice wet and fading. "You are killing me..."
Viola frantically shook her head, her hands hovering uselessly over him. "No. I didn't kill anybody. Sebastian don't leave me. Don't die!" She wept as his eyes began to flutter closed.
Viola whimpered in her sleep, thrashing against the couch cushions as tears streamed silently down her face, her lips moving as she begged for Sebastian not to die, begged him to know she hadn't meant to hurt him. She felt a gentle touch against her cheeks, warm and careful, wiping the wetness away, and she opened her eyes slowly to be met with burning, deeply worried silver eyes looking down at her in the dim light.
Without thinking about a single thing she was doing, Viola shot upright and pushed up to kneel on the couch, and she reached forward and tore Sebastian's shirt open to reveal his chest. There was no wound. No blood. No gaping hole.
