"Ariel!" Arlo Seys scooped up Ariel Morris, his eyes filled with an unprecedented panic and fear.
"Don't sleep, Ariel, wake up!"
"Ariel Morris, don't sleep, I'm begging you! Don't sleep! Wake up!"
Ariel Morris's face had completely lost its color, as pale as transparency. The lower half of her hair was wet, and there was dried blood at her temple. Her entire body, just retrieved from the blood-filled bathtub, was dripping wet and ice-cold.
Arlo Seys, holding Ariel Morris, dashed out, his steps quick and his eyes in a chaotic, frantic state.
He could feel Ariel Morris's breathing growing weaker and her body colder. Arlo Seys was trembling with fear, yet he stubbornly persevered, carrying Ariel Morris out.