07-27-2017, 05:41 PM
He knew it was hopeless trying to get the room to himself, especially with a man who had done his best not to let him die, his jaw clinched and he tilted his head back. His stomach was hot and he felt sweat gather on his forehead as he laid down there on the thin bed, lifting a hand and holding onto the pillow beneath his head. Morrison looked at the Priest and pressed his lips into a thin line as he lifted his shirt once again, he shook his head,"You shouldn't stay over night... That... That's not a good idea..."he panted after the struggle into the back of the church.
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