“Adrian!” Ari gasped as she clutched her dress, lifting the hem off the ground running back toward him. Collapsing to her knees at his side, her world nearly crawled to a stop, wide eyes gaping over his shaking body, her hesitant hands desperate to reach out to him. “f**k! Adrian? What the f**k!?”
When she spoke to him, his eyes glued on her face for a moment, their glaring panic, fear, staring up at her. But then they glassed over and began to roll back inside his lids as a frothy spittle dripped down that side of his mouth.
“No, Adrian!” distress spilled through her hands that were covering her mouth. After a few seconds of panic, Ari moved in closer, placing his head on her lap. The moment she touched his body, the scânteie immediately sparked to life. She gasped at the su
