She turned her head and found him collapsed on the floor. That sound had been him muttering in his sleep.
Seeing him lying motionless on the ground, Nora Ainsworth went over and struggled to help him up. The effort caused the cut on her body to reopen, and it hurt like hell.
Quentin Grant's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at her hazily. "Nora? Nora?"
Nora Ainsworth didn't say a word. She supported him into the private room and slowly approached the bed, intending to toss him onto it. But just as she was about to, his arms locked tightly around her waist.
"You came to see me? Nora, don't go."
Nora Ainsworth let him hold her, not saying a word.
He stumbled back two steps and fell directly onto the large bed, pulling her down with him so that she was lying on top of him.
Nora Ainsworth frantically lifted her head and saw his dazed eyes fixed on her. "If only you were really Nora."
He closed his eyes and fell completely asleep.
