A familiar voice reached my eardrums along with the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
— Backer?! — My blurry vision prevented me from understanding what her expression was when I saw myself sitting there in the middle of nowhere. I'd probably be confused. — Are you okay?
All I could manage was to deny it with my head.
— What happened? — his tone changed as he saw the tears come out of my red eyes.
I meant. I tried to speak, to scream, but I couldn't.
My mouth gasped for oxygen, not bothering to spell words.
— Backer, God, what am I supposed to do? What do you need? I'm going to call an ambulance!
Ian reached into his pocket, ready to enter the emergency number. I wanted to warn that I wouldn't give it time, but all I did was scratch my throat in desperation, begging her to help me breathe or speak.
He put his phone away when he saw that he wouldn't have time for anything.
— What do you need? Come here, try to talk to me,— Ian bent down to look at my eyes. — Talk
