Natalia:
“Stay with me, Blake,” I said, holding his injured neck. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Blake, focus on my voice.”
“Myla?” he asked. I frowned in confusion but didn’t comment.
“Blake, talk to me, keep talking,” I said softly, “what’s your name?”
“Blake Knight?”
“Good, choose a number,” I said quickly. I had to keep him awake so he wouldn’t slip into a coma if he lost consciousness.
“What?”
“Just choose a number,” I said. Again, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but I gave him two slaps on his cheek, wanting him to stay awake. “Choose a number, Blake.”