"Madison..." A faint, almost inaudible call reached Madison Barton's ears. She rubbed away the tears from her eyes and looked intently at Marvin Lennon's tightly closed mouth and the dried blood nearby.
Was he calling her just now?
Did she not hear wrong?
"Marvin Lennon, Marvin Lennon..." Madison Barton called out to him repeatedly with anxious urgency.
Finally, she saw his lips move slightly, a sound emerged: "Ma...dison..."
As faint as a whisper, she heard it loud and clear.
He finally woke up, finally woke up, heard her voice, came to consciousness.
"It's me, it's me, you fool, why did you race? Get better quickly, don't make me worry anymore."
She held his cold hand, there were dried blood traces on it, tears fell onto the back of his hand, merging into the blood.
"Am I... not dead?" Marvin Lennon struggled, opening his eyes a sliver, closely observing the woman nearby who was already crying inconsolably.
Holding his hand tightly, tears flowed endlessly, torrentially.
