Dana's pleading words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with the weight of her emotions. She held Tim's hand tightly, her tears mingling with his blood. She could feel the life slipping away from him, and a wave of panic threatened to overwhelm her.
Lora looked at Dana, her own tears falling freely. "Dana, you need to talk to him. Your voice might reach him where mine can't."
Dana nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "Tim, please. I know that I hurt you, and I've pushed you away, but I need you to fight. I need you to come back to me. Please"
Tim's convulsions slowed, his body responding to Dana's heartfelt plea. Lora continued to work her healing magic, her hands glowing with a soft, soothing light. Azriel stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder, lending her his strength.
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