The procedure was long and done in the silence of the night, the empty syringe of shimmer knocked to the ground, the sickly faint green glow of the room so haunting as his eyebrows tightened in subtle concern, his bitter gaze faltering in an almost worry. His disheveled hair, his heavy pants. He didn't believe him for a moment, how vulnerable he felt for her well-being.

As his hands gripped the cold edge of the operating table she laid on, his chest rose and fell with each trembling breath he breathed in so raggedly, his eyebrows furrowing in bitter anticipation as his voice breathed out so firmly.

"Jinx."