Michael held Kris as close as he’d ever wish to hold someone before. She tired him but she wasn’t aware of doing that.  Michael moved a lock of hair away from the bridge of her nose, he gently tucked it behind her ear.  Kris coughed.  She shuddered from the cold, repelling as much numbness as possible.  It wasn’t working.  Michael looked up and noticed the faintest of lights.  He knew what was happening.  She breathed heavily.  He tightened his grip around her. They lay there, waiting.

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