"Wyatt Perry... let go of me..."
Wyatt Perry's disruption caused Claudia Ross's scattered consciousness to gather a bit more.
Weakly pushing him away, she said, "Don't... touch me..."
"Don't sleep, talk to me, and I won't touch you."
Wyatt Perry held her cold little hand, his deep and magnetic voice trembling slightly.
He had not felt this panicked in a long time.
Claudia Ross's breath grew weaker, and although she opened her mouth, she could no longer make a sound.
He held her, his control slipping as he shouted, "Claudia Ross, no, don't leave me again, open your eyes and look at me..."
In a daze, Claudia Ross heard Wyatt Perry saying many, many things to her.
The things he said made her heart ache and her eyes heat up; even when she wanted to cry, the tears had already silently fallen.
When she woke again, she found herself lying in a hospital bed.
