Bab 145: 'Gale's Phone: 2'

Blake showed the white paper with shaky sketches drawn there. As Harry understood, Gale was trying to draw two people talking on top of the bridge. Harry's brows knitted and looked at Blake. "Did she draw something else?"

"No. That's all. But, she was trying to say something earlier that I couldn't understand that's why I called you." Blake glanced at Gale as she slightly moved. Blake didn't hesitate to walk towards her and checked her with that worried expression hung on his face.

"Gale? Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?" Blake asked while leaning to Gale, trying to listen to her weak and low voice. "What is it?"

"Blake. Give this to her." Harry handed him the paper which Blake got and then he picked the pen on the table.

"Gale. Just write it down." Blake guided her fingers to hold the pen and supported her hand to write what she was trying to say.

Weakly and trembling, Gale spelled out the word 'Phone' and 'Look'