Feeling the air outside caress my face as we walked out of the building while being wrapped tightly in Josh's arms. I snuggled further into Josh's chest, trying to keep warm. I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness.
I heard Josh hiss under his breath before turning on his heels and sprinting back into the building we were in for who knows how long. I didn't want to go back into this building. I want to go home. I tightened my arms around his neck, making him turn his head to me and kiss my forehead.
He leaned me against the wall and set my butt on the ground. He kissed my forehead once more before pulling his mother to him and embracing her in his arms. He looks rough like he hasn't slept or eaten in weeks. Why wasn't anyone looking out of him? Making sure he kept up his heal
