Nefretiri
'Ivan? Ivan?!' I couldn't hear him anymore, though I still felt his energy. However, something felt wrong. I tried looking out the window but saw nothing outside except darkness.
"What's happening?" Miranda sat on the tub's edge, her skin clammy and pale. "Why am I so tired?"
"You're waking up," I hurriedly grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before dabbing it on her forehead. I felt awful. Why did I think this was a good idea? She wasn't ready for this, and Ivan got hurt. My mind was torn between the two, but I sensed Ivan would be alright. I wasn't so sure about Miranda.
"What's going on in there?" Caroline's voice sounded panicked, and I had to think quickly. "Miranda?"
