Lilac lay sprawled on the cold pavement, her breaths shallow and erratic, but her mind was anything but still. Doubts stormed through her head, battling with the sharp pangs of pain that radiated through her body.
God, why isn't he doing anything? she thought furiously. Does he have the emotional range of a houseplant?
Through half-lidded eyes, she peeked at Reeve. The man stood stiffly a few feet away, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, clearly panicking but doing his damnedest not to show it. His eyes darted around the empty street, as if someone would magically appear and take responsibility off his hands.
She let out a low, pitiful groan. "Ah…"
Reeve flinched.
"Hey," he called hesitantly, taking a step closer. "Are you... like, dying or something?"
Lilac groaned again, louder this time. "Everything... hurts," she whispered, clutching her side with as much drama as she could muster. "I think... I think something's broken."
