Sharp screams pierced through the air, calling the attention of everyone in the building, literally.
Damian took to his heels, walking briskly like an old woman whose grandchild had been touched.
He pushed the door knob without a prior warning of bashing in.
There is Naomi, struggling to take in air, her body felt heavy to carry, and the world seemed to whirl before her eyes–
Whilst her body kept sinking into the bed, her face gradually submerging into a water body, and her heart jumped to her throat, causing her gut to churn out of low oxygen supply, and her hands felt stiff,--
Unshaken like it was struck with a stroke, she pressed tight her eyelids together as if that action would call for a cease in the chaos that was happening around her.
Hot tears escaped both edges of her eyes
