MIXED FEELINGS

It's a day now and Isabella hasn't woken up. Her eyes have been closed while her hands have been on her belly. Chris has been so anxious that he couldn't sleep the previous night. All he's been doing is walking around with his hands on his head while cursing incoherently.

Not being able to allow her to lay on the floor in the cold temple of Goddess Alexia since Goddess Alexia and her sister couldn't do anything to revive her he decided to take her home and that he did. Getting home the previous night he laid her on the bed and didn't go out throughout the night. He sat beside her and kept rubbing her hair while whispering soft words to her not minding the time.

He sat there rubbing her hair with tears in his eyes till it was dawn only to realize that her body was getting cold by each passing moment. 'Is she dying?' He debated and stood up abruptly. "Only dead people get cold. Does that mean that she's dead? Nope, Isabella can't be dead. She can't die in such way. All she