#Chapter102
Lost
WESTLEY
I WOKE UP with the feeling that someone pulled me out of the train wrecked. My body was burning. My mouth was dry and tasted bitter. The first thing I noticed was that the room was dim-lit. I stilled as I half-opened my eyes to see a familiar figure sitting in front of me.
Clyve.
What the hell is going on?
He hadn’t noticed that I was already awake. He was staring at me, but I knew he was in deep thought. His brows knitted into a deep frown and his lips pressed into a thin line.
/"Linton?/" My voice came out hoarse and low.
He startled and blinked repeatedly. /"Westley?/"
Before I could blink, he was already sitting beside me on the bed. He placed the back of his hand on my forehead, then on my neck. His touch alone made my heart race even it was so innocent, and I could feel my skin burned more.
