Then, I took a massive, gasping breath and coughed violently, rolling onto my back.
The silence that hit the room was deafening. It was the sound of three people realizing they were standing in hell.
I blinked,
looking up at their horrified faces. I let my eyes unfocus slightly, playing the disoriented survivor.
“What… what happened?” I rasped, clutching my chest.
Eleanor recovered first, though her face was the color of chalk. She threw herself onto the floor, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh, thank God! Richard! You collapsed! We were just… we were just about to call the ambulance!”
“Of course I’m alive,” I grumbled, weakly pushing her away and struggling to sit up. “Takes more than a dizzy spell to put me in the ground. Though I feel like I got hit by a truck.”
I let them help me to the sofa, watching their eyes dart frantically to each other. They thought they had failed, but they didn’t know I knew.