He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 212

Teresa gently stroked his face, her voice soft and steady. “Garry, breathe with me, okay? Just relax. Warren’s on his way. Everything’s going to be alright.”

Garry’s breaths came out fast and shallow. He looked up at her, shaking, his lips split open and bleeding where he’d bitten them too hard. His eyes were wild and red, almost feral.

Seeing him like this shook Teresa to her core. Garry always seemed so strong to her, unbreakable. Now, in this moment, he was a stranger.

And Garry saw the fear on her face. Even through the haze of pain and panic, his mind stayed clear enough to notice. Teresa was scared of him. She probably hated seeing him like this.

He turned away suddenly, not wanting her to look at him anymore. The pain in his body was unbearable, making him desperate. He couldn’t control himself. He started hitting the elevator wall, leaving streaks of blood on the metal as it dripped from his palms, dotting the floor.

Out of nowhere, Teresa grabbed him and pulled him back. Blood from a cut on his forehead trickled into his eyes, blurring his vision. Through the red, he saw her face, filled with worry.

“Garry, listen to me,” she said. “Can you hear me? Look at me. Please, Garry.”

Her words tumbled out, steady and insistent. No matter what had happened between them, Garry had helped her before. Teresa couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

She held onto his shoulders, meeting his gaze. “Hang in there, Garry. You survived a bullet before. You can get through this too…”

Before she could finish, Garry pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was cold, harsh, and tasted of blood. It was overwhelming and desperate.

Teresa froze, instinct telling her not to push him away. Her back pressed against the cold elevator wall as Garry’s kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Her breath stuttered, caught off guard by the intensity.

All she could smell was him. He forced her lips apart, clumsy and unsure.

He hurried over, worry in his eyes. “Teresa, that was really you stuck in there? Are you alright? Did you get hurt?”

He’d been talking to Penn when he heard staff mention the elevator had broken down with people inside. He’d tried to call her, but she didn’t answer, so he ran down to check. Of course, it was her.

Teresa shook her head. “I’m fine. How did your meeting go?”

At that moment, Garry, finally medicated, was helped out of the elevator by Warren.

He stood a little distance away, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her.

Teresa’s heart skipped a beat.