Ch. Forgot what 15 Forgot what 15

**15** 

f 

Salty, sticky liquid continuously dripped onto my neck. 

I felt so uncomfortable. 

But I couldn’t open my eyes, nor could I move my hands. 

This sticky discomfort made me feel like a thousand ants were gnawing at my heart. 

I wished I could just smash my head against the wall and die. 

If I could control my body, I would have smashed my head without hesitation. 

After an unknown period, a heavy body suddenly pressed down on me. 

It was uncomfortable and suffocating. 

Someone rushed in: 

“Mr. Davies, Mr. Davies, what’s wrong?” 

“Quick, call a doctor! Mr. Davies has fainted.” 

The person pressing on me was finally lifted away, and I let out a sigh of relief.