SAVED
Jeremy's POV:
I became frantic, watching Olivera heave in and out, slowly but loudly, shaking violently as she held my arms for support.
"Where are your drugs?" I asked, tapping her pockets frenziedly.
But she couldn't say anything, she was slipping into an unconscious state, and it was driving me crazy. This wasn't good at all for our stay here.
I looked up ahead, the man was still walking, not aware that the people he was leading to God-knows-where weren't behind him.
"Vera, do you want me dead?" I asked, trying to implore a tactic which had just popped up in my head. It might be seen as emotional blackmail; but I didn't care at this point. I just wanted her back to her normal self.
But it didn't work. She was still shaking.
"Hey!"
I heard the man call, and soughed. We were really in trouble. I thought, holding her tightly while slipping slowly to the floor; expecting and ready for the worse.