Chapter 11James carried Rebecca down the street to his house. Inside, he kicked off his wet, muddy shoes and then stood, just past the doorway, in a quandary. Water dropped from both his and Rebecca's hair and clothing onto the wood floor. She had not regained consciousness yet, which was beginning to alarm him. A mere faint shouldn't have lasted this long. I hope she hasn't sustained serious lung damage.
“Rebecca!” he shook her with greater vigor than he had in the street. “Rebecca, wake up. Open your eyes, honey.”
She stirred and moaned, turning her face against his shoulder.
“No.” He shook her again. “Wake up. Come on, Rebecca.”
She groaned and raised her head. “Wha… what happened?” Then she broke into a fit of prolonged coughing.
James held her while she expelled the smoke residue
