The lights were lit in the hall , a good sign . Everything was bright , especially the sunlight falling through a small window . The rays fell short of the first room on the left , but there was no need for extra light . By the yellow hue shining under the door , the room had plenty .
When Claire opened the door , a great amount of heat came clambering out . My body immediately seized , and I couldn ’ t move . I felt my veins twitch as my lungs gasped for air , the core of my being dizzy and lightheaded . This reaction was normal , and nothing could stop its painful effects . But there was one good thing about feeling as I did just then : The boy could be saved .
Chapter 3
The bedroom was plain , the curtains drawn . The threebulb overhead light glowed radiantly , as did the two lamps on either side of the queen-sized bed where Dylan lay . A thick red comforter tucked him in . Though at peace , his face resting and his body limp , his forehead spotted in perspiration , like a man in a sauna . Despite the battle within him , Dylan appeared a placid lake , non-disturbed – or more accurately , like a recently deceased corpse not yet hardened . He was certainly not grasping at his last bits of humanity , as Sara Holstadtler did . Sarah was not the least relaxed when I came to call – the clear difference between a damned level 3 and a savable level 2 . This comatose state was the calm before the storm .
“ Can you help ?” Claire asked , not allowing time to slip away .
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