"That hurts, El." Jasmine groaned, blood flowing from under her skirt.
"No…" Rafael opened his eyes when he found a red liquid flowing between Jasmine's crotch. Although not much, the presence of a deep red liquid indicated an abnormality in Jasmine's womb.
"Stay awake, Jasmine! Stay with me!" Rafael reached into their shopping bag slung on the motorcycle handlebar. With a beach cloth, Rafael tied Jasmine's body to his body so she wouldn't fall.
"Let's go, hold on tight, and don't faint!!" Rafael was deathly pale, sweat dripping down. The man was distraught for Jasmine's safety. Jasmine could only nod limply, cold sweat dripping down her beautiful face. Jasmine's head felt heavy, and she continued to lean against Rafael's athletic body. Without wasting any more time, Rafael turned on the gas. The two of them immediately on the road to return to the cottage.