What was wrong? I was having something close to a shock reaction, why? Had I lost more blood than I knew? Maybe. I was betting that Jill Conroy had become the undead. I tried to help. Maybe me being in front wasn't bright, but shit.
He was standing looking down at it, as if he wasn't sure it could really be fixed. He just held on, and I wrapped my arms around his back, held him, because I couldn't not hold him. His eyes, which were truly black, not just darkest brown like mine, didn't match the smile. Women's voices, high and excited, called, Brandon, Brandon! He waved, then turned sideways so I could see past his chest.
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