With her heart racing, palms sweating, and breathing labored she bolted into a sitting position.
The nightmare had haunted her mind relentlessly for the past four nights, preventing her from obtaining any resemblance of sleep.
It was always the same - him bleeding out on the ground, consciousness slipping away before she can reveal her true feelings towards him.
Royce was right; she could no longer continue living her life wondering "if only."
She decided she had to something, or the internal battle between her emotions and her wall would destroy her on the inside.
Vaulting out of bed she threw on the first clothes she could find, grabbed her helmet, and raced to his loft at a speed even Nascar drivers would consider dangerous.