Samantha blinked her eyes and asked in an extremely hoarse voice, "Dr. Sherwood?"
Alan should have been far away in Emsteldt. Why was he in Rochelle's apartment?
He walked over with a worried look in his warm expression. "Are you feeling better, Sammy?"
"I'm still a little dizzy," Samantha said truthfully. "And I'm a little thirsty too. I'd like some water please."
Alan sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to help her up from the bed. He put a pillow behind her waist to let her lean comfortably on it, then he picked up the still-warm water from the bedside table and put it to her mouth.
Samantha was very thirsty and drank it without hesitation. She held his hand, lowered her head, and drank about half a cup.
She felt reinvigorated after moisturizing her throat.
Samantha looked at Alan again and said, "Why are you here, Dr. Sherwood?"
She still felt as though she was inside a dream when she laid eyes on him.
