There was that cold rational voice in my head telling me not to get near him. I couldn't hear it."I don't know," he winced, holding his stomach and be...eath his arms I could see the dull bruise-like discoloration."Fuck," I breathed. "Lie down."I scrambled through my clothes, bunched up in a pile, shaking them out and I found the cuff and then the bulb."I think I screwed up, Jen." He blinked at me, trying to breathe and I shook my head."Give me your arm." I didn't need to check his blood pressure. It wasn't long before the front door to my studio apartment burst open and Sam walked in looking angry. "What the hell do you think you were doing, you fucking perv?"I just looked down at my feet, unable to answer."Where do you come off peeping on other people? I thought you were my best friend. Friends don't fucking peep on each other! Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" For myself?" I said slowly. "Nothing. But I am sorry. I didn't mean to-" Didn't mean to what? Watch me. I was about to discuss the implications of Clare being confirmed pregnant, when she appeared. She had returned from shopping, earlier than I had anticipated."God," she said, as mischievous as ever, "look at the state of you two!" We have been working, Clare," I said, "pulling down a shed," and then in a playful tone, "not meandering around half a dozen boutiques, tough as I'm sure that is!" I only went to one, actually." She put her nose in the air. "Most of the time has been spent in Mamas and. She looked up at him, grinning. Then, in a fraction of a second, her eyes expanded – huge, dark pools full of death and fear. Her face was awash with harsh, bright light, making her appear pale and ghostly. Matt saw it coming, in those milliseconds before impact. Time slowed down, seconds felt like minutes and he saw it all, he saw her face, the reflection of the trucks headlights in her eyes, the way the light bathing her skin was too bright to be normal, he saw her fear and the scream that.