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-Audrey look at me, hey. Eyes on me sweetheart.- Clay spoke as Audrey was hyperventilating the shit out of her body. Even though both of their wheelchairs were close enough to hit each other he didn’t care at all. Clay rubbed her knuckles as Lim raised her eyes at his face, not knowing what to do, how to react. How to cope in a healthy way. Was she supposed to be happy? Sad? Terrified?- Tell me what happend babe, from the begging.- Porter kept his voice as calm as he possibly can.
-He..Was there..- Audrey mumbled before breaking down all over again immediately hugging into his chest, leaving tears stains on his blue dark shirt that he just changed from a basketball practice.- Neil, was here..Talking to me..- Clay was thrown off guard. Did she forgot that she’s on medication and drank alcohol? Maybe she’s just exhausted?- I..I swear Clay..- Her speech was getting more shaky by the second.
-It’s okay..I’m here..I believe you..- He rubbed her hair kissing her temple. At this point he didn’t care what made her hallucinate, he wanted to make sure she’s okay first.- Let’s get you to the bedroom okay sweetheart?..- Porter said as soft as he can stopping his wheelchair so he doesn’t move, and did the same with Audrey’s.- Hold onto my neck alright Aud?- Their gaze meets up for a quick second before Lim responds with a shallow nod. Clay put one of his arms around her back and the other under her knees making it easy to get her on his thighs. Even though it was a bit hard to operate the wheelchair with one hand he still made sure she won’t fall and kept holding her waist.
-I’m not lying Clay..- Obviously he knows the whole story about the connection between Audrey and Neil, his death, their residency..Everything from start to finish.
-I know baby..I know..- He whispered placing her fiancée on their bed covering her small frame with a blanket. What the hell was going on there? He knew she doesn’t have any alcohol in the house..Maybe it was a PTSD nightmare? Flashback? Something seemed off though..