Uh… my head was spinning. This rocky path we're taking and how I bounced along with every major and minor bump just made it worse.
I felt very dizzy. I blinked, glancing at Sam, who was leisurely sightseeing with my finger in between his lips.
I told him to sip well. However, he'd been sipping from my finger for almost the entire day. He'd take a break every so often and then continue.
It was still surprising I'm still alive. But I'm finally feeling I'm being drained.
Oh, my head. My vision shook a little, and my thoughts had a constant pause.
Goodness… I'm going to faint. No, I can't… I shouldn't…
*THUD*
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop." I heard Sam's faint, worried voice caressed my ears.
My eyelids felt heavy as I tried to open them. His warm hands stroke my head. Oh, how they're so soothing.
"Please wake up, love." Sam whispered. His voice was low and regretful.
