"...Are you all right?" he asked her, repeating the question for the fifth time.
Rohan looked at her with concern, noticing the confusion in her eyes. Slowly, she nodded her head, and then almost hesitantly, she leaned forward, resting her head against his chest and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"Hold me a little," her voice was small, almost broken, and he gladly held her, wrapping strong arms around her trembling body, trying to calm not only her but his own frantic heartbeat. She had been sleeping peacefully against him until he noticed something disturbingly wrong with her breathing and her heartbeat, and then he had seen those dreadful-looking dark patches spreading across her skin and smelled the faint stench of burning flesh.
