When I woke up, I felt completely disoriented. I sat there groggily; rubbing my eyes and looking around groggily to grasp the situation. My gaze landed on the cubicle to my left. There was someone inside. f**k! There was Tristan inside.
“Tristan….” I tried to call out, but all that left my lips was a shaky rasp. Licking my dry lips, I swallowed. Pressing my palms against the cold floor, I tried to get up, but stumbled as a sudden wave of dizziness hit me.
Crawling closer to the partition, I tried calling again, “Tristan? Are you alright?” This time my voice was feeble, but audible. Pressing my palms against the partition, I called out again, “Tristan?”
This time, he heard me and raised his head to look up. A gasp left my lips as his condition registered in my brain. His face was pall
