House could hear his mate suffering over the last 36 hours and it made his undead heart ache so badly. All he wanted was to soothe the horrible pain, comfort his saving grace...no, he was stuck looking for him in every dingy hole, hiding in the sewers when daylight came. I'll find my Snow White even if I have to burn this city down, House assured himself, eyes red instead of blue.
That pitiful voice...that was Jimmy all right. Talk to me in whispers so I may find you, he quietly pleaded in a sewer, blue taking over scarlet for the time being. What happened?
"I don't remember," he whispered. His voice broke off as that made another coat, this time across the scar at the base of his throat. There was silence from Jimmy save for wavering sobbing and he shuddered.
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James, can you hear me?
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