Snippet #1282969

Evelyn tried to pretended like she was asleep when she heard the door open and footsteps come closer. She was a bit surprised to hear whoever it was pull up a chair to her bed. When she heard Ethan's voice, she couldn't help but open her eyes to look at him. She looked up at him, more concerned for him than herself. She could never understand why Ethan had decided to work for them. He had always been so kind and gentle with her. "No." She said softly, shaking her head a little but it made her more dizzy.

There were so many things she wanted to ask him. "What did they give me?" She asked first, reaching over with a lot of effort on her part to take his free hand. Her voice sounded hoarse almost as if she had strep throat and couldn't speak higher than a whisper. She sighed, not liking the sound of her voice. She closed her eyes for a moment as she wet her lips with her tongue. There was a metallic taste in her mouth she couldn't quite place.

When she opened her eyes again, Eve looked up at him with sad eyes. Not sad for herself but for him. She could only imagine the pressure he was under. "You're not like them, Ethan. Why do you stay?" She asked softly. "You could do so much better without them."