“Don’t be so stubborn, please.” She answered. Ashley laid her low-temperature hand on his forehead. “Help will be here soon.” She promised.
“Who’s coming? What do you see?” She looked worried. “What’s happening?”
Tom held his palms to his eyes, trying to wipe the traumatic vision from his mind. “I don’t know. I just had this feeling that I was in danger. I saw someone with my face. I didn’t hear anything, though.” He was breathing heavy, the headache lingering but becoming more of a dull ache rather than a sharp pain. “Wait, who did you call? I’m fine!”