Feb 24, 2015
"Squeeze my hand."
unconscious sentence starters
Dis tried desperately to comply, but no matter how much she willed her small hand to sqeeze his calloused one, it would not.
How many times had Dwalin sat at her bedside, pleading for some kind of movement, some kind of hope that she was still there? How could Dis let thim know that she was yet of this world?
In frustration, Dis tried again with effort, tenfold. All her mind was bent on fulfilling Dwalin’s request.
At last, she felt it. Her hand began to twitch. It was a sqeeze, but it was something.
