Araceli POV
Raphael went to the bathroom and brought a wet towel over.
He stood by the bed, leaned down, and whispered, "Are you okay? Here. Take this."
His hand came up. The hormonal scent intensified.
My pupils clenched violently.
I curled my body up and kept cowering into the corner of the bed.
I grabbed a pillow and threw it over, saying in terror, "Don't you come over here! Don't you touch me... Get out of here! Don't touch me..."
I wanted to get close to him so badly, yet I was so frightened.
Raphael pursed his lips.
"I'm not going to touch you. I'm just trying to make you feel better."
His voice sobered me up a little.
My voice trembled as I said, "Mr. Lancaster... Can you take me to the hospital..."
Raphael pulled his suit off and said in a deep voice, "Put it on. I'll take you out."
I reached out and took the suit, but I didn't have the strength. Just as the suit fell into my hands, it fell onto the bed.