[There was no answer. But the footsteps stopped as Nill looked up at Maxwell with an uncertain expression--he was expecting someone else. ...Before they slowly turned in place and started to approach his bedside.
This kind of situation wasn't all that strange to her. At least his blindness wasn't. Only because her caretaker was blind too (except not from bandages alone).
It was so quiet. You'd never know that someone was standing right beside him, reaching her hand out to gently touch a few fingers against the top of one of his. Fingers too small to be those of Father Anderson.
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This kind of situation wasn't all that strange to her. At least his blindness wasn't. Only because her caretaker was blind too (except not from bandages alone).
It was so quiet. You'd never know that someone was standing right beside him, reaching her hand out to gently touch a few fingers against the top of one of his. Fingers too small to be those of Father Anderson.
You were wrong.]