… or you will be infected.

"Careful!" Arwen screamed, her pupils dilating in horror when she realized that she wouldn't be able to catch Delyth on time. Although she didn't like her, she didn't hate her enough to see her rolling off the stairs to death.

However, a heave of relief left her lips when at the right time, she saw a big hand grabbing the wheelchair's handles, saving the worst. Her hands went over her chest as she calmed herself and muttered under her breath, "Thank goodness!" 

"Delyth!" 

Arwen heard another panicked voice and that was when she looked up to see who had come to save the woman at the right time. 

Ryan. 

Most unexpected, yet expected person at the scene.

He looked more scared than Delyth. His face looked slightly paler than usual while his eyes went to scan her from top to bottom, making sure that not even a single hair of hers was harmed.