Hardin's POV
"No," I said, carefully prying her hand off me, watching her cute little puppy face stare back at me. "You're drunk," I replied, gently pulling her hand away as I tried to step back so I could get some water for her.
"Where are you going? Stay with me," she pleaded, her eyes wide and cute, her lips pouted, leaving me no choice but to stay as I held her hand close to my chest, watching her throw herself at me vulnerably while smiling sheepishly.
Just as I watched her settle down a little, even though I knew she was only pretending to sleep, I heaved a sigh, tapping at my phone before putting a call through to Carl.
"Where's the doctor, Carl? Her heartbeat is slowing down," I said with real urgency, knowing exactly how dangerous these kinds of drugs could be. They stir up an
