Chapter 69 His Firm Chest

• “ But he's alive, okay? That's all that matters”, Mr Creepy said, making it sound so much like he was administering medication after death. Who the hell does that?
• I clutched my chest, looking around for a seat because I was pretty sure that I would collapse to the floor if care wasn't taken.
• “ Are you alright?” He asked and I just nodded, determined to get to that chair at the side before my knees failed me.