"My God! Kalina!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the suite, filled with a mixture of horror and desperation.
There on the shower floor lay Kalina, unconscious and naked, her skin an angry red from scrubbing too hard. Dominique's heart plummeted at the sight, his face contorting with shock and fear. He sprinted to her side, not caring that the shower was drenching him.
"Baby? Baby, please open your eyes," he pleaded, his voice cracking with panic. He gently shook her, but she remained unresponsive, her face pale and serene in a way that terrified him. Desperation clawed at his chest. "Come on, wake up," he urged, shaking her a bit more vigorously, but still nothing.
With a sense of urgency, he wrapped her in a towel, his hands trembling as he lifted her. Her limp form felt so fragile in his arms.
