When I returned to the college parking lot, the driver was still unconscious. He had said he didn’t kill him, but he looked like…
I hopped into the back of the car and reached for the driver’s seat, placing my fingers under his nose, feeling the faint breath of air. I sighed in relief—he was alive. Grabbing a water bottle from the front, I sprinkled some water on his face. After the fifth attempt, he finally started to stir. Setting the bottle aside, I leaned back into the seat and pulled out my phone.
Good thing he’s not in a coma.
He startled awake, his eyes blinking into focus. His reaction was almost comical, and I had to clear my throat to suppress au laugh.
I glanced at the time. He said three hours—and he was really out for three hours. Pressing my lips together, I tried not to
