She was losing, she could feel the curse over taking her. She went over to the bed and sat down, waiting for him. Waiting for his instruction. She had her eyes on his lip. Split and bloody and he kept touching it.
"What do you need me to do?" She asked him calmly. She needed him to tell her what to do. She felt she couldn't possibly function if he didn't tell her what to do. And when he smiled at her, she found herself smiling back at him.