"You had no right!"

"Get a grip of yourself, Mia." His calm voice spurred me on. I couldn't even look at him.

"Now... we all know everything. Should I kill you?" The voice was not my own.

"Jesus, Mia. It's me... calm the f.u.c.k down..." he pleaded. I slumped forward. "You'll bleed out. We need to get you looked at... please..."

"Why did you put up with me? Why not kill me?"

So tired...

No more...

"I need you..."

"I..." He held on to me as I slid to the floor. "I can't take it any longer. Please, let me go."

"Never. I need you. Do you understand?"

So tired...

Can't take any more...

"Listen to me. Don't you f.u.c.king dare... Mia..." I sighed and then let my head rest on his chest.

"Please..."