Grim Reaper Page #8

You choose to fall in love

with a dead woman...

you face the consequences.

You come here in a vain attempt

to save her life...

you face the consequences.

You choose to look death

in the face--

Sh*t.

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on, sweetie.

Come on, sweetie. Come on.

One, two, three, four, five...

six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

eleven, twelve, thirteen,

fourteen, fifteen.

Rachel, I need you to do this, honey.

Come on, now. Come on!

Come on, Rachel. Please, honey.

Please, please, please, don't go.

Come on, now, honey, please.

Please, wake up for me, Rachel.

Wake up for me.

I know you can, sweetie.

I know you can, Rachel.

Wake up for me, now.

Don't do this, now, Rachel!

Come on, now!

Come back to me, Rachel.

Damn it, Rachel, come on!

Come out of it, Rachel, come on!

Come on, honey.

Come on, sweetheart.

Damn it, Rachel, come on!

Come--

It's OK.

I thought I lost you, sweetie.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

Oh, sweetie.

Sweetie!

Babe, I'm home.

Liam?

Liam, where are you?

It's Dr. Liam to you.

- You got in?

- Mm-hmm.

My own personal physician?

But it's gonna cost you now...

because I'm making the big bucks.

Well, I want to take you out...

and then, I want to...

Wow. You know, as a doctor...

I can't recommend that.

It could be too dangerous.

- No.

- Yeah.

No.

So sorry.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- No.

Come back to bed.

You've got to be exhausted.

After what we just did...

Honey, I'm spent.

I learned some new tricks

in anatomy class.

Shut up!

Listen. Rach...

Been thinking...

about me and you.

What do you think

about maybe, you know...

you and me getting...

you know...

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