Natalia:
“Stay with me, Blake” I said, holding his injured neck. His eyes rolled to the back of his head “Blake, focus on my voice”
“Myla?” He asked. I frowned in confusion but didn’t comment.
“Blake, talk to me, keep talking” I said softly “what’s your name?”
“Blake Knight?”
“Good, choose a number” I said quickly. I had to keep him awake as not to have him enter a coma if he lost consciousness.
“What?”
“Just choose a number” I said. Again, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but I gave him two slaps on his cheek, wanting him to stay awake “choose a number, Blake”
“Seven”
“Good, now choose a color color?”
“Black”
“Natalia?” Mason’s voice broke my train of thoughts. I looked at him to find him holding a pair of shorts and a shirt. However, his eyes widened when he took sigh
