Chapter 72 The Kiss
The heart rate monitor emitted a rhythmic sound. In the single room, Rory was lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip running through the needle inserted into her vein.
She opened her eyes in a daze, feeling exhausted and dizzy.
King Blake was sitting by her bed, with his hand resting on the railing, looking serious and anxious.
She reached out to touch his hand, which felt cold.
"Awake?" The concern in his voice was accompanied by an unmistakable chill.
"Did you bring me here?" Her last memory was the phone call she made last night and how it got disconnected.
King Blake found it hard to describe how he felt when he received that call from her. No matter how many times he called out to Rory, she didn't say anything. He was very worried an anxious then as if his chest was ripping apart.