Page 48 of Perfect Liar

“Why doesn’t someone make them stop?”

I covered my ringing ears, then pointed at my bag.

“Medicine. Please.”

As Will grabbed my bag, the cabin spun, and I collapsed.

His words, whatever he’d said, and his hands fumbling for the amber-colored bottle inside my bag echoed as if coming from the end of long corridor.

He read the label before giving me one pill and my water.

My throat burned.

My skin burned.

“I’m so hot, Will.”

“I’ll get something cold.”

Seconds later, he came from the lavatory with small towels soaked with cold water. He put one on my forehead and another on my neck.

Nausea hit me harder, taking control of my body.

Covering my mouth with one hand, I clawed at the bedding, desperate to get to the lavatory. Will understood. He lifted me and set me inside the door next to the toilet.

I fell on my knees with him behind me.

He held on to me and held up my hair.

“Jesus, Elle. You haven’t eaten enough. You’re tearing up your stomach.”

I was sicker than I’d ever been during an attack.

But finally, I collapsed backward in Will’s arms.

The tempo of my heart beat erratically.

Will settled on the floor with me, his big body half in and half out of the little bathroom. He ran his fingers through my hair and soothed me with protective words.

Violent tremors began to shake my body.

Disjointed thoughts overwhelmed me.

I was frightened.

My blood turned cold, so cold.

I was freezing now.

A heavy blanket tightened around me, suffocating me.

My mind rebelled against it, but my body had no fight left.

“Please don’t kill me,” I whispered.

“Look at me, Elle. Focus on my eyes and try to stay awake.”

Will’s strong, warm arms held me, wrapping me up tightly…not a blanket, not suffocating me.