Skittles POV
The clubhouse looked like they were in mourning, but that's a bit premature.
Nightingale was having the fight of her life, but was not dead yet.
"Tempest, what can we do to help? Like, should you go there, and be there not for Nightingale, as there's nothing you can do, but for Blaze, ensure he rests and eats, and doesn't waste away sitting with her." I posed, trying to think of those who would be so confused as to what to do, moving forward.
"Fixer will do that."
"But this is Fixer's best friend; she has been since childhood. Do you think she would be in her right mind to think of Blaze and his needs?" I asked, looking at her for some guidance. With me starting a new job tomorrow, I am of no use to them, but I can voice my thoughts and concerns. I don't know Fixer and
