Lionel’s POV
I looked down at Nan after she had fallen into my arms. I cradled her close to my chest protectively. She was disheveled, her hair was all over the place, her dress slightly torn and stretched around her as if someone had been trying to remove it.
But worse than that, she didn’t look like herself. She was pale, no color reaching her usually rosy cheeks. She was clammy and cool to the touch.
I ran my hands over her arms, trying to warm her while I tried to calm her down. Her chest was rising and falling quickly with her shallow breaths.
I tucked a stray strand of her brown hair behind her ear as I looked down at her in concern. My ears pricked up as I heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hallway towards us. One pair of the footsteps were heavy footfalls that nearl
