Kalie winced and then laid one hand over the wound on her chest, her eyes slowly flickering open. She stared up at Paris, but her eyes were blurred and it seemed that she couldn't see at all. "I'm so cold..." Kalie whispered under her breath, tears sliding down her pale face, and then her eyelids slid shut again. The doctor frowned and then slowly stood up, gently patting Paris' shoulder in a reassuring way. "Bring her into the bedroom..." the doctor said, turning his gaze to the eldest member of the gang, who was still pacing across the floor nervously.




