"... Miss Quinn? Miss Quinn?"
Her head bore heavy, but Jonathan's never-ceasing calls kept her in check of the situation she was in. A slight shock of her hand and twitching eyes was enough for him to calm down.
She let out a groan; even with eyes closed, all she could hear was the sudden rustles of a plastic.
"It must have been a terrible nightmare, Miss Quinn. I have packed some painkillers in case of emergency."
"What—Did something happen?"
"You were mumbling inaudibly, and you started to squirm in your seat, so I thought of pulling the car up and checked your condition."
"Ahh! I see…" She tried to shift her position, but the sore that bloomed from her nape ensnared her to do so. In return, she let out a moan, kneading her nape. "Let me have it."
Jonathan grabbed a water bottle in a safe vessel together with the painkiller and gave it to her—hands held up, waiting since she didn't want to open her eyes.
