72 Taking care of sick Ai

Fuck!

Jun was already on the floor, kneeling at her side. He patted her cheeks. "Ai? Ai? What the hell happened here? Ai!"

His face grew paler as a tightening feeling engulfed his chest. He thought as if he was seeing her lying on his car's hood, all bloodied and wounded just like that fateful night in his past life. He clearly remembered the expression in her last moments and her breaths that were slowly fading away.

"Hey wake up. I know you are not dead, so wake up!" He exclaimed in a higher pitch. His hands were shaking.

But Ai didn't respond.

Jun leaned closer and heard her softly breathing. They were light but still there. He noticed her weakly moving her hand too.

Relief washed over him.

She is not dead…Yeah she is alright…of course she is.

"Just wait. I will take you to the hospital right now!"

He picked her in his arms and was about to rush out of the room when Ai tugged on to his shirt. "Don't…"