*sigh*...whatever
ok, so. I know that nobody ever reads this so I'm going to use it for my own amusement. It may be kindof long but nobody reads this so guess what! it doesnt matter! hah!
It's a paragraph from a story:
Graydon ascended the stairs slowly, ignoring the hot ache of his muscles as he made his way into the room where Lilt lay. The smell of blood greeted him as he walked through the doors--Lily's blood. The housekeeper was removing a bowl filled with it from the stand beside the bed. Dr. Patterson finished tying the wound he had opened to bleed her, and looked up. Beside him, Lily lay pale and still, save for the gasping, laborious rise and fall of her chest as her body struggled for air as if she were drowning.
"She's not making the progress I had hoped," Dr. Patterson said quietly, standing. "I'm afraid we must prepare for the worst. Her family should be notified at once."
Graydon felt heavy, everything surrounding him seemed to darken. "How long?"
"She's very weak. Perhaps by nightfall. Perhaps by tomorrow morning. It's difficult to know. I'll send a nurse to tend her, unless you wish me to stay?"
"No. No one. I'll stay with her."
"But, my lord . . ."
Graydon had already crossed the room to stand beside the bed. "Leave us," he said. "All of you." He didn't even glance at the servants in the room.
He stood a long time after they'd gone, gazing down at her, listening to her labored breaths.
"Lily," he whispered. "You must live. You must. I'll do anything." He slowly knelt beside the bed. "You see? I'll beg God not to take you. Listen." And then he prayed, his words incoherent and muddled even to his own ears, desperate and headlong. He knew it didn't make any sense, but surely God would understand what he meant. Surely he would.
He pressed his face against the mattress and curled his fists into the bedcovers, feeling a sudden and complete hopelessness. He couldn't begin to think of what to do.

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