#conlena

But even as she neared his nearly translucent being, the girl could tell he wasn't playing a prank on her. There was no way the sweat on his forehead banded there by sheer will, and Bella was doing everything she could to swallow the lump in her throat, refusing to let panic clamp down on her head or her heart.

Taking hold of his arm and swinging it over her shoulders as she lifted him into her arms, Isabella fought the urge to cry as she brought him to the couch she'd just vacated and set him down gently. He hadn't answered her question, and when the girl asked him about the meds again, the guilty glimmer in his eyes said it all.

Shaking her head out of sheer anger, Bella pulled out the woven white basket residing next to the television, full to the brim with his many different pills of different shapes, colours, and sizes. Picking out the bottles subconsciously, the girl felt a sense of sadness stir up at the pit of her stomach as she realized just how accustomed she was to this whole process.