88. Panic attack

88. Panic attack

Zach's POV

A small breath burst on her trembling lips. She bit them reluctantly and tried to raise herself from the bed.

"No, don’t do that. You are not strong enough to support yourself to sit."

She smiled still, "I want to be able to... To look into your eyes when we talk."

I sighed. She was attempting to make this not be awkward. I wanted to tell her that nothing about this was awkward. But maybe her hard nipples from our touch and her shivers made her skin crawl. I didn't protest and helped her slant the bed so she could face me without straining her body.

She pulled the white thin sheet on her chest with a wince and forced a smile, "Thank you."

I watched her face. She had become pallid. Veins like the intricate distribution of branches on a bald tree filled every part on her skin and eyelids. Her whites were now reddish yellow. I couldn't stop brushing my hand on her forehead, hoping to make the lines disappear.

"Luke told me you wished to see me." She sh