Capítulo 43: Her Saviour
"Temporarily, none of the elevators in the building are working - you'll have to use the stairs", one of the elevator mechanics said. Their team was dressed in an orange coverall.
Could her day get any better?
He was on the 23rd floor and here she was, on the 10th. She paused to calculate. "13 fucking floors, shoot me!", she cried. She was talking to no one in particular, just herself.
She walked over to the staircase. "I never saw this coming", she sighed as she took a few steps, trying to be fast as possible. On reaching the fifth floor, she was already dripping in sweat.
She dragged herself on limply till she got to the eighth floor. "I... I can't", she paused. It would be a waste if she actually turned back to leave. She mustered up an ounce of strength and kicked her ass further.
"9th, 10th, 11th... Almost there", she paused to catch her breathe. She was feeling paralyzed already. She exercised her legs for the last two rounds, and finally, here she was– a few steps away from his office.
A weak smile flashed across her face, breathing heavily. Her limbs felt as if they were chained to iron shackles as she strived to walk towards her final destination. Her thighs were stiffened.
....
Her hand reached out for the doorknob, but she could barely make it inside. She fell weak on her knees at his doorpost as her lungs collapsed. "Zoey, are you okay?", Adrian tensed up, abandoning his work to figure out what went wrong.
His warm arms wrapped around her, holding her against the floor, she weakly lifted her eyes to him. "In... inhaler", she managed to force out of her vocal cords, finding it difficult to breathe.
"Inhaler?". She nodded, barely. How would he know where to get one at the moment? Adrian was heartrending to see her in that state, he just hoped she wasn't pulling up an act to get at his facial expression.
What if she was faking it?
He looked at her struggling hard to breathe, she couldn't be faking to this extent. He cupped her chin with his hand and lifted it to his meet his gaze. Then, he leaned in closer, brushing their lips together.
A kiss?
That was the only step he could take. He summoned up courage as he closed his eyes, forcing air into her mouth from his. They remained in that same position for a couple of minutes.
"Can you breath fine now?", he paused, taking a glance over her face.
"I.. I'm trying–
Still negative, he needed to ensure she was stable enough. Once more, he pushed his lips against hers and continued the process.
They took a short break. "Inhale deeply...", he ordered. She inhaled hard and held her breathe for long.
"...and now, out", he said. Finally, she released her breathe. Her lungs were breathing now. A smile lit up his face. "Perfect!", he exclaimed, excitedly.
She was happy too, except the fact that her whole body was still aching.
Zoey reciprocated the smile as she threw her arms around him. "Thank you. You just saved my life". He deserved an award.
"Don't mention, please. It's nothing". She guessed he was feeling like a doctor now, it still didn't change the fact that he was her saviour.
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