Part 1.2
Ashton's View
Ashton's log
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Her legs keep twitching now. It makes me happy to see that she's dreaming. At least it's not a horrible fever sleep. The kind where nothing but the hotness burning you is known, and it's all you feel. I know her dreams are pleasant, because she smiles too. Her beautiful smile that has me enchanted. Sometimes when I'm alone I sit at her side ad stroke her hair gently, just to touch her. Her forehead burns, and her face is beginning to lose color. She's fading fast, and there's nothing I can do to help her. So I just sob, and hope. Maybe it has something to do with her tiger DNA, but no tigers went in to terrible fever rages that lasted days. I forgot to report on that, she's been out 2 full days now. Max foretells the worst........................... I wonder what she'd have been like later on in life. Would she stay a rebel or cat burglar forever? No, I couldn't see her doing that. I could see her in a suit though. Tall black high heeled shoes that make that demanding click when they hit the pavement. How wonderful it would be to see her then, but now I don't think I ever will. She does look terrible. The raspberry tinge gone from her lips and cheeks is now replaced with a horrid deathly gray. Her eyes flutter, and she smiles, but I fear she is near death. I'm going to wake her to feed her now. I sent Max to get pills and things too, maybe they'll help. Maybe all she needs is one little aspirin to help her out. ~*~............................. I talked with Logan about her. He seems to think it's a genetic thing passed on by the mother or something. He says her twin probably has it too. I raised my brow to the information on the twin. Apparently she was first born, and the other had muscle damage from it. I feared that maybe they'd killed him, but Logan told me he found some files that showed his progress up until 2019............... "You might want to put in a request for her brother. Perhaps he's dealt with something of this sort," the more I thought about this the more I thought it would be the solution to Sydney's problem...........sking for you."to me. "meaning but found none. d, so good. a or something,"Sydney' 2019...horrid deathly gray. "I did, two days ago when she helped me hack and put out an Eyes Only brief. He hasn't shown up yet, but then again he might have been in California or something," He sighed and blinked his eyes. "She'll be okay, that kid has lots of spunk." I laughed at the spunk. It was true, but spunk sounded almost bad. She was good, so good. I was about to turn when Max came up behind Logan and almost tapped him on the back. She suddenly stopped, and used her voice instead. "Logan." Her voice was demanding but playful. I searched her eyes for a meaning but found none. That's when she turned to me. "She's awake, and she's asking for you."
Her legs keep twitching now. It makes me happy to see that she's dreaming. At least it's not a horrible fever sleep. The kind where nothing but the hotness burning you is known, and it's all you feel. I know her dreams are pleasant, because she smiles too. Her beautiful smile that has me enchanted. Sometimes when I'm alone I sit at her side ad stroke her hair gently, just to touch her. Her forehead burns, and her face is beginning to lose color. She's fading fast, and there's nothing I can do to help her. So I just sob, and hope. Maybe it has something to do with her tiger DNA, but no tigers went in to terrible fever rages that lasted days. I forgot to report on that, she's been out 2 full days now. Max foretells the worst........................... I wonder what she'd have been like later on in life. Would she stay a rebel or cat burglar forever? No, I couldn't see her doing that. I could see her in a suit though. Tall black high heeled shoes that make that demanding click when they hit the pavement. How wonderful it would be to see her then, but now I don't think I ever will. She does look terrible. The raspberry tinge gone from her lips and cheeks is now replaced with a horrid deathly gray. Her eyes flutter, and she smiles, but I fear she is near death. I'm going to wake her to feed her now. I sent Max to get pills and things too, maybe they'll help. Maybe all she needs is one little aspirin to help her out. ~*~............................. I talked with Logan about her. He seems to think it's a genetic thing passed on by the mother or something. He says her twin probably has it too. I raised my brow to the information on the twin. Apparently she was first born, and the other had muscle damage from it. I feared that maybe they'd killed him, but Logan told me he found some files that showed his progress up until 2019............... "You might want to put in a request for her brother. Perhaps he's dealt with something of this sort," the more I thought about this the more I thought it would be the solution to Sydney's problem...........sking for you."to me. "meaning but found none. d, so good. a or something,"Sydney' 2019...horrid deathly gray. "I did, two days ago when she helped me hack and put out an Eyes Only brief. He hasn't shown up yet, but then again he might have been in California or something," He sighed and blinked his eyes. "She'll be okay, that kid has lots of spunk." I laughed at the spunk. It was true, but spunk sounded almost bad. She was good, so good. I was about to turn when Max came up behind Logan and almost tapped him on the back. She suddenly stopped, and used her voice instead. "Logan." Her voice was demanding but playful. I searched her eyes for a meaning but found none. That's when she turned to me. "She's awake, and she's asking for you."