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Kit stared fearfully down at his friend, who had yet to respond to the words that he should never have thought, let alone speak aloud.
Till only stared back, his eyes dull and his face pale.
The only indication he had that he had heard the words, was a slight trembling in his hands.
"No, Till, I - " Kit began, but at that moment the doors to the medical bay opened and a man with deep ocean blue eyes and neat, combed back dark hair with a thin streak of silver running along one side strode through the doors.
He was of average height and appeared to be in his fifties, yet simply the way he walked through the doors and across the room between the line of hospital beds commanded attention. And although his eyes were the same shade as his son's, where Till's were usually warm and sparkling with a cheerful mischievous glint, his father's gaze was steady and cold.