Bev can't return the smile. She looks down and away, swallowing hard.
She doesn't know about death, really, not like this. There were the kids It killed, and the occasional distant relative of hers who's died, but never anything like this. She's never sat by someone's side holding their hand and knowing they're going to die.
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Date: 2006-10-12 03:06 am (UTC)She doesn't know about death, really, not like this. There were the kids It killed, and the occasional distant relative of hers who's died, but never anything like this. She's never sat by someone's side holding their hand and knowing they're going to die.
"I want it to be."