DARREN
I lost the last shred of control I had in me when she fainted in my arms. Her body, thin and pale, started to run cold as well. I held her tight in my arms. I was afraid that she might die. Was she dying?
'Culture', I called but she did not respond. "Hey! Baby!" I shook her body lightly. Still. I was met with silence.
Despite that, I looked to my right and left. There was chaos in and around Hotel Shangrilla. The sirens of the police van were continuously beeping, making it hard for me to hear what she was mumbling in her faint voice. Whether it was my imagination or whether she was telling something. It was hard to tell. But I held her hand in mine helplessly. But that didn't help her get better. Her rosy lips started to run dry as if something was gradually sucking all her bloo
