(Beth's POV)
I vaguely became aware of myself being carried. Too weak to move and with no interest in opening my eyes, I listen. I can hear Anthony's voice. It sounds like he's crying. Why is he crying?
Why is he here? Is this my paradise? Did I die? If I'm dead, then why does everything hurt so bad? I still feel every gash and broken rib, every bruise covering my body. I try to shift slightly and realize that I've been wrapped in a heavy shirt. Why is it heavy? Is that why I can't move?
If I'm dead, then why is everything spinning dizzily? I press myself closer to Anthony as he carries me and start to feel how warm he is. That causes me to shiver but I don't care. It's so pleasant, fresh tears run down my face, and I press my face against the bare skin.
I can hear Anthony talking
