Harold
There was chaos everywhere. Dad had gone with Charlotte and it was one hell of a risky thing he did but then Roseanne's life was at stake and everyone decided to do what they can. Here, I was helpless.
Roseanne was soaked in my arms. The darkness had grew even bigger and her face was hot and red as hell. She was slowly dozing off and there was nothing I could do to help her relax. We had to keep her eyes open even the slightest bit; we couldn't let the poison take over her mind and heart. My heart sank at her sight. She was vulnerable. She was hurt. She was dying. I could feel her with every ounce of cell in my body. Our bond was getting weaker every passing second even though we were together. Tears dropped my eyes without even realising-
"Wa-water." Roseanne whispered. Her throat was dry and it was eating her inside.