The Decimation Of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) - Plot & Excerpts
Panic surged through me as sickness threatened to choke me. It had never been this bad, the torment this time was excruciating. I moaned as I turned my face to the side, my body refusing any movement, then released the explosive illness clogging my throat, vomit trickling down my cheek. I heard soft footfalls on carpet but my eyes refused to open, not daring to risk more torture. I murmured a groan when a cool cloth swept over my mouth, gently collecting the remnants of my illness as delicate fingers brushed the hair from my face, perspiration gluing it to my hot skin. “Sshhh.” “Mmm.” I couldn’t speak any more thanks and hoped my nurse understood my gratitude. “Sleep, lamb.” I stiffened, the simple action tearing explosions through my brain. I blew out a harsh breath at the throb when I struggled to open my eyes. My heavy eyelids squealed furiously as I battled with their stubborn refusal to cede to my demand. Master’s face slowly came into focus as he perched beside me on the bed.
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