R.I.P. [Jeemaro Drabble]
Torah wanted me to Jeemaro. Be careful what you wish for Torah… *evil grin*
Blue hair reflected back at him in the glass that his bandaged hands were pressed against, the curtain shielded his eyes from what was on the other side but he couldn’t tear himself away.
It was cold… everything was cold. He had been frozen there for hours since Derek called. He and Stiles had rushed there as quickly as they could manage, taking every shortcut they could find.
There had been an accident and now all they could do was wait.
UGH ARRA ILU THANK YOU.
