I looked at him to show my gratitude but couldn't say anything now.
I knew I was dying.
"Leah! Hold on a little longer. I've called the police for help!" he said.
I shook my head at him bitterly, looking at the black spot of Caleb and Ella's ship in the distance. I slowly closed my eyes, tears rolling down the corners of my eyes.
"Leah! Don't sleep!" He called my name in panic and gave me first aid frantically.
I was still dead.
But my soul was pulled by a force and floated rapidly towards their ship.
When I floated to Caleb, he had already changed into clean clothes and was sitting at the dining table drinking coffee.
But his coffee had already been cold.
Ella came out of the locker room, stared at him for a few seconds, and deliberately fell to the ground.
"Hiss... It hurts..."
Hearing the noise, he stood up so hurriedly that coffee was spilled on his body.
His white shirt was stained, but Caleb, a man with germaphobe, didn't even notice that and hurried over to help Ella up.
I had never seen him so nervous.
Even when I got my foot pricked while cave diving, he treated me calmly and seemed to have everything under control.
Ella pursed her lips and sobbed.