The atmosphere inside the house was thick with panic. Frey could barely catch her breath as she and Josh frantically lifted Kaya’s unconscious form. Her pale skin was ghostly white, her body limp as a rag doll, and her lips were parted slightly as if she’d been trying to speak before she passed out. But there was no sound, no movement.
“Kaya! Kaya, wake up!” Frey’s voice trembled, desperation seeping into every word. She slapped Kaya’s cheeks lightly, hoping to stir her friend awake, but there was no response.
Josh’s heart pounded in his chest, his hands shaky as he cradled Kaya in his arms. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.” His voice was strained, almost breaking under the weight of his fear.
Without a second thought, they bolted toward the front door, Josh carrying Kaya while
