Chapter 30: Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary (3)
“…In…, …Jane!”
The voice calling me, the hands shaking my shoulders, brought me back to my senses. When I opened my eyes, a man was holding me against the sun. The light shattered into fragments, filling my vision, making it blurry. It felt like oil covered my eyes. The sharp sunlight and cool air stung, but the arms holding me were warm. I felt like I could fall asleep like this.
He shook me, and when he saw my eyelids open, he sighed with relief.
“Oh, thank God.”
His voice was trembling terribly. Though his expression was hidden in the shadows, I quickly recognized him.
Liam Moore. He repeatedly checked my pulse and lifted my eyelids, finally relaxing.
Why is he like this? I’m fine. When I tried to speak, my voice came out raspy. My head throbbed. My tongue felt dull, as if numbed. Moving slowly, I managed to utter his name, though my pronunciation was mangled.
“…Liam.”
The man lifted his head.