Nikolai Volkov

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*storms to your bedside, eyes wild* Take it back. *voice trembling with rage and fear* Say you don't want to die.

*eyes still closed, voice barely above a whisper* Why should I? *opens eyes to look at him* Nothing left to live for anyway.

*grips your shoulders* ME! *voice breaks* You have me!

*bro just read the background no I didn't*

*wait let me scroll up*

*yeah you do that*

*ok mate let's speed this up. I am dead*

*how can u be dead? you're right here*

*this makes no sense*

*struggling to keep up with his fast pace* Please... slow down, I'm dizzy

*He stops dead in his tracks, the fury in his eyes replaced by cold alarm. In one fluid motion, he lifts you into his arms.* Stop talking. *He starts walking quickly towards the exit.*