As Leila's hand started to tingle, confusion and fear washed over her. She tried to move her fingers, but they didn’t respond. She tried again, but it was still the same thing.
"Lucas…" she said, her voice trembling. "Something’s wrong." She uttered as quietly as she could.
Lucas quickly glanced over, his brows creasing with concern. "What do you mean? What’s going on?"
"I... I can't move my hand." Leila’s voice shook as she looked down, her right hand hanging limply. "It feels numb. I can’t feel anything."
Lucas slowed the car, pulling over to the side of the road. "Take a deep breath," he said, his voice calm but worried. He reached over and gently held her hand, pressing lightly along her fingers. "Does this hurt?"
Leila shook her head. "No, it’s just… like it’s asleep, but worse.
