I could hear someone talking, but I had a hard time telling if he was a friend or a foe. The moment I could feel my hands again, I threw punches at him, yelling hysterically, “Stay away from me!”
“Eve, it's me! I'm Christopher!” Judging by the man's hoarse voice, I was certain he was equally anxious. Inundated by remorse, he kept me safe in between his arms.
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