Chapter 6: mysterious Savior.
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We went back.
Everywhere.
From the kebab stand to the rocks, even the small spots we barely paid attention to earlier. We kept retracing our steps, trying to remember where I could have dropped it.
“My bag was here,” I kept saying, even when I wasn’t sure anymore.
Everything started to look the same after a while.
The heat didn’t help.
The movement, the noise, the stress… it all started piling up slowly.
At first, I thought I was fine.
Then I felt it.
A slight dizziness.
I paused for a second, pressing my fingers lightly to my temple.
“Emma?” Betty called.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly.
But I wasn’t.
My heart started racing, faster than it should. The air suddenly felt tight, like I wasn’t getting enough of it. I tried to breathe properly, but it didn’t help.
Everything around me started to blur.
Voices became distant.
“Emma…” someone said again, but it sounded far away.
I took a step forward.
Then another.
My legs felt weak.
And before I could hold onto anything…
I lost my footing.
I fell.
Hard.
“Emma!” Betty shouted.
I could hear movement, panic, voices rising, but it all felt like it was happening somewhere else.
My vision flickered.
Black… then light… then black again.
In one of those moments, I felt something.
Arms.
Strong, steady arms lifting me up.
I couldn’t see clearly, but I felt it. The way I was held, it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough.
It was calm.
Safe.
Like whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing.
I tried to focus, to see his face, but everything stayed blurred.
Then darkness again.
This time longer.
The next thing I noticed was the smell.
Alcohol.
Sharp, clean.
Then a sound.
Beep… beep… beep…
Slow at first, then clearer.
I opened my eyes.
Everything was blurry again. Shapes, shadows, light above me. I blinked a few times, trying to focus.
It took a while.
But slowly, things started to come together.
A ceiling.
White.
A small room.
I was lying on a bed that felt too narrow for comfort.
My body felt heavy, like I had been carrying something for too long.
I moved my hand slightly.
That was when I saw it.
A drip.
Connected to me.
I stared at it for a second, trying to process.
Then I turned my head slowly.
And I saw them.
Chloe was right beside me.
Her head was resting near my lap, one of her hands holding mine tightly like she didn’t want to let go.
The others were there too, scattered around the room, all looking like they hadn’t rested properly.
I shifted slightly.
Just a small movement.
But it was enough.
Chloe jerked awake immediately.
Her eyes landed on me and widened.
“Oh my God… Emma,” she said, her voice breaking a little.
She stood up quickly.
“She’s awake,” she called. “She’s awake.”
The others moved closer almost instantly.
Relief showed on their faces so clearly it made my chest feel tight again, but in a different way this time.
“Welcome back,” Caroline said softly.
I looked at all of them, confused.
“What… happened?” I asked, my voice coming out weaker than I expected.
Chloe squeezed my hand.
“You fainted,” she said.
I frowned slightly.
“Fainted?”
She nodded.
“While we were looking for your bag.”
Pieces started coming back slowly.
The heat. The dizziness. Falling.
Then something else.
“I… I think someone carried me,” I said quietly.
Eliza nodded immediately.
“Yeah,” she said. “Someone did.”
I looked at her.
“He just showed up,” she continued. “Picked you up like it was nothing. Then he told us to follow him.”
“To his car,” Betty added.
“And he drove us here,” Caroline finished.
I blinked, trying to put it together.
I remembered the feeling.
The arms.
But not the face.
“Did you see him?” I asked.
They all exchanged looks.
“Not properly,” Chloe said. “Everything was happening too fast.”
I stared at the ceiling for a moment.
It felt strange.
Someone I didn’t even know… helped me like that.
And now he was just… gone.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” Chloe said softly, placing her hand gently on my head. “You’re okay. That’s what matters.”
I looked back at her.
She smiled, but it wasn’t her usual playful smile. It was softer. Careful.
I tried to smile back.
Not fully, just enough to show I was okay.
At least… that’s what I wanted them to believe.
But deep down, I knew something about this trip had just changed.
And I wasn’t sure how yet.
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