to love what is mortal

With almost desperate attention, she watched Holly’s chest rise and fall with her soft little breaths. Her eyes ran over her blonde hair messy against the pillow, her hand curled around her favorite teddy bear. She couldn’t help but think of all the danger she had brushed so close to, just by virtue of being her sister. An image flashed behind her eyes - Holly on the floor, bloody and torn, eviscerated...She shook her head hard, taking a step back, then another. Closing Holly’s door behind her, she retreated back to her own room. From her bedside table she took a walkie-talkie, smaller than the ones the party used, and pushed the talk button.“Robin?”