BRYSON’S HOME
Chantelle was panicked as she continuously patted Bryson’s cheek to wake him up, but he remained stiff. Fear gripped her hard, but she pushed it aside and reminded herself that it wouldn’t help unless she got into action. Remembering her time volunteering at the Red Cross, she checked for his pulse first, and if he was breathing, thankfully, that was intact. Making her feel a little at ease. She positioned him safely, almost running out of breath due to his weight. Afterwards, she unbuttoned his shirt for some air. Hurrying back to her feet, she soaked a towel in cold water and repeatedly placed it on his forehead. It didn’t take long before Bryson stirred.
She leaped to her feet in relief, hurrying towards the kitchen to get him some coconut water. Bryson had sat up and l
