“Dimitra?”
“Open up the door!”
For the next eight to ten minutes, I remained a victim of the reoccurring sensations of nausea as asthenia firmed its claws over my body. Upon suffering such an intensive malady, I became ineffective at heeding the voice, which was increasingly becoming fainter to be able to induce any action. The person on the other side of the bathroom door, however, couldn’t keep his calm and barged in.
Though the exertion of what I had done in the woods made it cumbersome to even keep my eyes open, I was able to do so for the face of the man who advanced towards me. It was Kai, who on taking notice of my flattened form, knelt beside me to scoop me into his arms and then hauled me to my bed.
Upon wrapping me in the comforter safely, he allowed Mary to invade the b
