"Miss…" Mr. James ran over to her seeing her stagger. He caught her before he could fall but she had already passed out.
Mr. James thought he saw his life flash in his eyes when he caught her and found her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. He checked on her pulse, it was still there. After the confirmation, he carried her inside the room and let her down on the bed.
The very thing was falling apart in one day and he did not know what to do. His phone rang again and he picked it up and answered the call from the man from earlier. "Stay by her side, I am coming back," the man said.
"I know," Mr. James said. He pulled the smallest sofa in the room to the foot of the bed and sat there. He looked around the room and he remembered the box, something within him told him to get it, he didn't know why but he did.
