Gianna leaned in, shaking his shoulder. "Jack! Wake up."
He groaned, eyelids fluttering, but didn't fully stir open.
"Come on, don't do this to me," she muttered, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. He reeked. "What have you done to yourself?!"
Rain dripped into the car, pattering against his jacket. "Jack, wake the hell up."
His lips moved, broken words slurring out. "…thought… she was gone…"
Her heart squeezed. "I'm here. I'm right here. But we can't stay here, okay?"
As he heard her voice clearly, he shifted, trying to focus, eyes half-open but glassy. "Gianna?"
"Yes. It's me." Her voice cracked, relief flooding through her at his recognition. "It's me. But if you don't move, I swear I'll drag you out myself."
He groaned, eyes fluttering open, unfocu
