LIAM
“Hey, are you good?” My heart thundered against my rib cage, nervousness coiling my insides as I led Nora to an empty seat. She crumbled into it like a sack of potatoes, drawing in a few breaths to calm herself.
I found the dispenser and brought back a Styrofoam cup of water for her. She chugged it all, finally regaining some color back to her skin. She'd gone pale in the elevator and when she stumbled against me, I knew something was wrong.
When she was calm enough and my heart had stopped going into overdrive, I crouched down in front of her. “You gave me quite a scare. Can you walk? Let’s go to a hospital.”
If she couldn't walk, I'd carry her and I didn't care that we had several flights of stairs to walk down because there was no way in hell I'd stuff her back into one of thos
