Brian lied there on the couch, holding her limp body. He had to find out what was wrong. When the raven left the gas station, he assumed it was looking for help. So he stayed put, and sat up a bit, hoping that she would be alright. Though he could tell that she wasn't. But he had to keep hoping everything would be ok. It had to be, and maybe she was worrying about him a few days ago.. Telling him to not die.. Yet here she was, practically dying in his arms. What cruelty was this world coming across for him? That everything he had ever loved was ripped away from him like that. He hoped at least one thing would stay, he hoped that Juliette would live. So he sat there and waited patiently for help.