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Sara POV "Help him!" I begged Prita, as I was on my knees pulling Draven's lifeless body to my chest. Oh my god, oh my god... I stare at her pleasingly but she just watches, as though she is watching a show, just waiting for the scene to play out. Cradling him into me I brush his hair from his face, his skin has gone so pale his lips a dusky rose the only colour on his face. His chest isn't moving, it's supposed to move. He was barely breathing. Scrambling, I lay my head on his chest, praying to hear some noise. The faintest sound of his heartbeats reaches my ear. This is not happening, it cannot be happening. "Prita!" I scream, but she just watches. Pulling him up by his underarms, I struggled to move him. He was so heavy, but I cannot just leave him. "Prita, what do we do now?" Clearly