It felt like Hannah was being yanked from the depths of the sea.

She struggled to pry open her eyelids, reaching out toward the shadowy figure.

“Hannah! Wake up!”

In his formal suit, Bryson stormed into the bathroom, scooping Hannah out of the tub without a second thought.

Water droplets clung to Hannah’s cheek as Bryson cradled her in his arms.

She weakly rested her head against his arm, unresponsive to his calls.

Droplets continued to trickle from her damp hair, her wrist limp at her side.

Despite Bryson’s urgent pleas, she remained still.

“Hannah! Wake up!”

Realizing his efforts were in vain, Bryson checked for her breath, relieved to find she still breathed on her own.

He swiftly lifted her from the tub.

her on the bed, he prepared to perform

“Help… me…”

arm,

you

was as if she was reaching for the light

as

“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!”

racked her body as her

giving her room to catch

she realized the warmth

gained her bearings, she found herself

tensed, ready

rise was thwarted by the firm

she looked up at the man

met her gaze, water droplets still

glare could kill,

Hannah’s cheeks flushed as

“Clothes.

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