Olivia
In a panic, I darted out of the house, the cold night air biting at my skin as I ran across the dew-covered grass towards Clint’s cottage. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale light over the property, making the shadows around me seem deeper, more ominous.
I reached Clint’s door, pounding on it so loudly that it echoed in the quiet night. “Clint! Please, open up!”
After a moment that felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Clint appeared, looking groggy and disheveled. His hair was tousled, and he leaned heavily on the door frame. He looked as though he had just woken up.
“Olivia?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”
“Clint, it’s Nathan,” I blurted out, my voice quivering as I spoke. “He’s… extremely sick. I need to get him to the hospital. N
