Shes human, I tell myself. Not weak, just human. Stay with me, I mutter as I carry her back to my room. I sniff her hair, which is partially in my face. She smells enticing and that isnt a good thing.
Please put me down, she requests when were halfway to our destination.
I slowly drop her legs and tilt her body upright. Breathing heavily, she grabs the wall and hangs her head. A few seconds later, she places her hands on her knees and takes huge gulping breaths of air.
I say nothing as I wait for her to gain control.
Its a panic attack, she says after her breathing slows. I get them occasionally. She stands straight and closes her eyes for a moment. Youve given me a lot to think about. Please take me to my room so I can sort it out in my mind. Sweat at her temple captures strands of hair and they stick to her pasty, soft skin. Incredibly soft skin.