Chapter 53. Pasta

"Anna?" He pulled back, heart pounding with worry, and water beading down his face as he tilted her chin up.

Her eyes were closed and no response came when he called her again. "Shit," He muttered and carried her out of the pool.

Her body was limp in his arms, her skin flushed and lips parted. She was still breathing, he could tell, but it still made him scared; the way she passed out on him.

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Anna's new duplex.

Lucien couldn't take his eyes of the still unconscious Anna. The doctor’s voice was calm and professional but he thought it too calm for what he was feeling.

"She passed out because she hasn’t eaten any substantial in over twenty-four hours. Her blood sugar was dangerously low, borderline hypoglycemic shock. Combine that with physical exertion and emotional stress, and the fainting was her body’s way of hitting an emergency brake. But asides that, she'll be fine."

Lucien didn’t move. H