Chapter 22: Carried by Him
Micah drifted in and out of consciousness, his body sluggish and uncooperative. A dull ache pulsed through him, each movement sending a throb of pain through his arm. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear voices, muffled at first, then gradually becoming clear.
"Nora, why did you go out this late?"
The voice was smooth and pleasant but edged with worry.
"Brother... I am sorry..." Nora said apologetically.
"Today was Mum’s birthday.., and I completely forgot...
I went to the pharmacy to buy her a gift... I didn’t think..."
Nora’s voice choked up.
A sigh followed.
Micah became aware of something solid and warm beneath his chest moved, it was similar to the rise and fall of breath....
His fingers twitched against the fabric, soft but slightly damp with sweat. His brows furrowed, and with great effort, he forced his heavy eyelids open.
Dark hair, thick and slightly wavy, fluttered before his eyes. Blinking groggily, he looked down, taking in the silhouette of a strong slightly sun-kissed neck. His mind wasn’t clear at all. He couldn’t comprehend where he was.