Caleb Baker had slipped into unconsciousness.
Cold sweat was trickling down his forehead, and under the warm light of the bathroom, it did nothing to conceal the deathly pallor of his face. His eyelids were tinted with a sickening mix of purples and wretched reds, and while he was clearly in a terribly poor state, he was still bearing it silently, resisting his body's urge to collapse.
Yvonne Finley pushed all her thoughts aside. As she clung to him, her voice unintentionally trembling, she cried out, "Caleb? Caleb? What's wrong? Can you wake up?"
Caleb Baker didn't open his eyes.
The hand that hung loosely by his side weakly grazed her elbow in an attempt to comfort, and then became lifeless once more.
Yvonne Finley was in utter panic. Not knowing the extent of his pain, she could only guess that it had something to do with his health condition. She hastily burst out of the bathroom and rushed to make a phone call.
She knew that Edward Brown was in Eden.
