CAMILLE'S POV

Hector collapsed on the floor from the assault. The disease had already eaten away most of everything. Whatever remained was struggling to stay alive.

Now that he was not trying hard to run away from me, I leaned towards him and whispered, "I will try my best."

I touched his infected hand. It was wet and slimy. A sensory nightmare. But I could stomach it. I then shut my eyes and imagined the light. It started small. A flicker. An ember that I had to fan to make a fire. When I ...