"Captain, it's me!" Hazel patted Evander's hand, which was pressing on her neck. Her face was already red, her mouth open.
Evander immediately released his grip, quickly got up, and placed his pistol on the floor. He then rushed to Hazel, who was coughing and clutching her neck.
"I'm sorry, I thought-. I'm so sorry!" he said, full of guilt, helping Hazel to sit up straight.
Hazel nodded. "It's okay. It's my fault," she said, coughing again.
Evander quickly went to get a glass of water. With a worried expression, he helped Hazel drink, holding the glass himself.
Hazel looked away as Evander got too close.
"Thank you," she said, then cleared her throat, realizing her voice was a little off-key.
Evander placed the glass on the nightstand. He went to the dressing room, pulled out a t-sh
