The First Bloom 32

Jianyu barely caught Zhenfeng before he hit the ground, his knees slamming into the dirt as he struggled to ease the taller man down.

"Hey—hey, talk to me."

No response.

Zhenfeng's head lolled slightly to the side, his breathing shallow and uneven. His skin, usually tanned and warm, was unnervingly pale. Sweat clung to his temples, dampening the strands of hair that had fallen out of place.

Jianyu felt his stomach twist.

Shit.

He shifted, adjusting his grip, his fingers tightening on Zhenfeng's arms as he gave him a light shake. "Zhenfeng," he tried again, voice lower, urgent. "This isn't funny, wake up."

Still nothing.

Jianyu swore under his breath, his mind racing.