“Bryant,” I demanded, pulling her into my lap. Her body was limp, and her head lollygagged to the left before I cupped the side of her face, caressing it lightly. “Claire, wake up.” “Call 911,” someone said in the background, but I ignored them as Claire’s eyelashes began to flutter open. My chest quivered to see her blue eyes, and everything faded when she finally opened them and landed on me. “Hey,” I rushed out, hearing the fear in my voice. “You okay?”
