Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170513192414

''Harvard glanced his scarily empty, royal blue gaze at the crying Ophelia, returning his gaze on the girl right in front of him. To him, it was obvious of what Wendy - albiet an adolescent - would want, even without telepathy. He shook his head, struggling to wheel himself to the other side of the bed, one of his bandaged palms intertwining Wendy's small one delicately as if she were porcelain.''

"It's obvious what she wants," he finally spoke as a whisper, a low, croaking tone accompanied his ominous tranquility in the situation, unknowning for the ultimate fate for Wendy, "Wendy possibly needs the comfort from you guys, and... I'll most likely go last on that, so say what you have to say now."

He exhaled, his thumb gently rubbing the back of the girl's hand before resting his gaze on her once again, the cloak of guilt over-weighing his shoulders by each second.