Wait For The Weather To Change || Ethan & Val
Ethan had been expecting her to ask for a glass of water or her favorite stuffed animal from somewhere in her room. He never expected her to ask him to take care of her two dogs. He was about to make some kind of excuse when her hand fell away from his shoulder. He reached out to catch her before she fell back against the bed, finding himself in the middle of some kind of hug.
“I’ll make sure they stay extra fat.” He assured her.
Valerie wanted to thank Ethan for his help, to thank him for treating her so nicely even though that’s never how he was when she wasn’t bit. It might not have been the most comfortable death bed known to man — not that she could be truly picky about things — but it was better than almost any alternative.
But she didn’t thank him. She didn’t have the time.
Instead, the blonde went limp in his hug. She had finally succumbed to the infection.
