Last night Julien was dressed neatly and said goodbye to Marc. He said he would only take Holly to a romantic dinner at one of the best restaurants on the outskirts of Freibruck. But the fact is that until the early hours of the morning, Julien didn't come home, even though Marc had expected his arrival.
Marc had a fever, and even his body was difficult to move. The wound on his right hand was getting worse. At first, it looked like a regular burn, but as time went by, the injury seemed to be getting more soaked, several times blood mixed with pus dripped from behind the small incisions in it.
After taking a shower last night, Marc forgot where he kept his cell phone, so he was forced to spend a long night of pain alone. Until morning came and the ground shook, he could only open his eyes and look at his surroundings and the swaying objects with concern. Everything was getting worse, and he couldn't call for help from those around him, especially Thea.
