"Is she alive?"
He was quick to ask, his eyes trained on her as an eagle to his prey. Melinda turned to look at her nephew.
"Do you know her, Ross?"
He did not speak up right away and just walked up to the bed, more closer. Melinda and Brandon eyed each other watching their nephew scrutinizing this stranger woman.
"She is breathing..."
Melinda answered to keep his peace of mind. The way he was eyeing her, it was clear that indeed he knew her.
"Is she in any kind of danger?"
He implored, he was still not too close, only standing by the bed. But his eyes were onto her unconscious body like a nail to the magnet, inseparable.
"She is cold..."
"Then bring in warm clothes. We need to get her out of these wet ones..."
He did not even allow his aunt to complete and sat on the bed, ready to take off the clothes of the senseless woman but Melinda stopped him.
"I will ask Henrieta to do it. "
