Celwriter: srry, srry, srry, srry, srry, srry, so srry my readers
Evil voice that likes to spite readers: I'm not! (skims new chapter knowing what's to come) I'm not sorry at all. (laughs evilly) bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (takes deep breath) Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Chapter 41
Cel bent over Mort, ready to sob, but braced with shock. She holds his head in her hand and rubs his soft hair with the other. Tears begin to pour down her face.
Ricky didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, but she wasn't ready for that. So Ricky stood nearby, ready to lend his shoulder when needed.
Cel laid her head on Mort's chest, thinking of how little time she had been able to spend with him. She thought of his soft, loving smile and the way he looked hen he was asleep.
Cel took a deep breath from her sobs, then went calm. She thought she felt something.
Mort was breathing.
Mary: ( to Celwriter) You a! WHAT THE F HAPPENED!
Celwriter: (looks up confused from tears and reads chapter. A smile crosses her face and she doesn't hear the scolding that Mary gives her, too happy to comprehend anything.) He has a chance!
