Sam had been quite deep in a sleep. A grunt and a moan of a deep throated pain, flew her eyes open in complete panic. She scrambled up unfocussed and a little disorientated. A loud gasp escaped her lips, when she saw Neil. He was.....God...he sweating so profusely. A thin film of it spread all over his skin. His body was jerking, vibrating and tensing on the bed. Both of his hands grabbed the sheets in a tight fist. All the blue veins rippled out from everywhere, his arms, his hands, his wrists, his neck and his face. What was happenning to him? He was having a fit? No, Something more horrifying than that. He wasn't breathing. Pained moans and grunts escaped his lips. "Neil!" She cried out, but he didn't wake from whatever it was. She looked around helpless, and slid out of the bed. Her frantic stare caught on a glass of water on the table beside the bed. Sam grabbed it, turned around and threw all the contents over his face. She put her forehead and on his. Her eyes watered looking at him. She gasped surprised at the coldness of his skin on her warm ones. Oh, no. "Breath." She whispered. "Please, Neil. Don't die on me." She cried a little, a tear fell down from her left eye and onto to his cool skin. Just as immediately, when her tears fell on his face, his eyes flew open and stared. The next moment after that, her breath got knocked out so hard that felt her teeth chatter because of it, as Neil rolled her down, and got on top of her body instead. Sam stared shocked up into his face. He was awake. He was awake! "f**k! Are you alright?" He half asked and half growled. ********** Read the story to know about it
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