[Trigger Warning: Murder, stillbirth, suicide]
"Luna," Noah shook my shoulders, waking me, "Izzy's been asleep an hour now."
"Mmhmm," feeling groggy I sat up, trying to discretely wipe the sleep from my eyes. In doing so I spotted a flash of silver in the low light. Noah was holding a knife.
I scrambled back until I hit the padded headboard.
"Oh," Noah placed the knife on the duvet and raised his empty hand defensively, "I'm just doing what your System asked."
"Th-the blood?" Wide-eyed I finally felt myself properly wake up, "no, no, you don't have to do that."
"I do, you need to be stronger to protect Izzy," he reached to pull me gently to lie half on his lap, then picked up the knife again to cut at his wrist. My hands instinctively reached to stop him.
"It's okay Luna," he kissed the top of my head, "I'll watch over you both, I'm more than capable in this life to do so, just drink and let your System do all the work."
