Iris
Everything seemed quiet and normal at first, at least to anyone that might have walked in at any given moment to take the ride with us—internally I was freaking out—until I stole a glance at him and saw him lean his head against the wall with a soft groan.
I turned fully to him, my eyebrows raised in concern. “Sir?” He didn't respond and just loosened the waistcoat around his chest while letting out another groan.
Uh… what is going on? Is he alright?
I moved forward and stretched out my hands to touch him or at least tried until I thought better of it. I probably shouldn’t. So I just muttered again, “Sir? Are you alright?”
He raised his head slightly to nod and just went back to leaning against the walls and groaning slightly.
Uh…I don't think he's alright.
I glanced at the to
