Estrella perched, barely breathing, on the edge of Deandre’s bed, watching intently for any signs of change. He was resting fitfully. His wounds had been dressed, but he had not yet regained consciousness. Hovering over her lover’s mangled body, Estrella wept, softly, trying not to be nervous
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