Jamie withdrew her hands and slumped to the floor, backing away until she reached the door. She raised her trembling fingers to her face, which appeared radially blurred to her.
She turned her hands to see the backs of her palms—the arteries connecting to her fingers were squeezed, and her skin became wretched. Jamie found herself panting, trying to stabilize her death level and rest on the door behind her.
Josh and Box only stared at the agonized academic as she gasped for air when the room was well ventilated. Her neck was strained and her eyes seemed to darken its crimson colour. However, Jamie had successfully lessened Paige's seizure and the girl was steadied but still unconscious.
Box skimmed Paige's face—it was delicate and smooth. Plus, her dyed hair was losing its colour and returning to its natural black. He put his arms under her and lifted the academic off the ground with a groan. Drops of blood dripped back down into the small pool below.
