You…”


    Marco heaved a sigh, his tone indicative of treating a wayward child, filled with exasperation yet Laced


    with helplessness.


    Loraine sniffled, retorting stubbornly, “It’s none of your concern. Put me down. I can walk by myself.”


    Marco remained silent, ignoring her protest. Instead, he assertively cradled her in his arms and strode


    away without a word.


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    With gentle strength, Marco carried Loraine away from the cemetery, yet she fought relentlessly to slip


    from his grip.


    “Put me down, Marco!“


    Like a feisty feline, Loraine iled, scratching and kicking Marco.


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    Feverish weakness, however, made her resistance futile.


    With minimal effort, Marco caught her iling hand, nestling it within his own. In a hushed yet worried


    tone, he pleaded, “Stop struggling.


    We’re headed to the hospital.”


    Once Loraine was well, she could batter and belittle him all she wanted. But in this moment, Marco


    would not relinquish his hold.


    Loraine seethed with anger, but her strength waned in that very instant. Overwhelmed by exhaustion,


    she gasped for air, growing increasingly uneasy as her vision blurred.


    His hold was oddlyforting, a firm and steady haven. Loraine chose to overlook him, nestling herself


    in his embrace for a brief moment of tranquility.


    Sensing Loraine’s fevered heat against him, Marco’s heart stumbled. Her silence unsettled him.


    “Loraine, are you still with me?”


    He hastened his steps towards the parking lot.


    Loraine emitted a soft, weary hum in response. Despite their destination being just a short ten-minute


    walk away, Marco persisted in his concern, fearing that she might sumb to unconsciousness.


    Loraine grew weary of his incessant questioning. She wanted to silence him butcked the strength.


    Her throat was aze, dizziness taking hold.


    Eventually, sleep imed her. She remained oblivious to their hospital arrival.


    Upon awakening, the scent of disinfectant filled her nose, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling


    meeting her gaze.


    Marco was a blurry figure at her bedside, deep in conversation with a doctor. Loraine wanted to call out


    to him, but her throat throbbed with pain.