And she stepped away from the counter.
The desert heat struck her immediately, dry and sharp in her lungs. The man’s breathing was uneven, shallow in a way that made her pulse quicken. Sweat soaked through his collar. His skin had taken on that unsettling gray pallor that signaled something was wrong beneath the surface.
“Sir? Can you hear me?” she asked, kneeling beside him.
His eyes opened slightly, revealing a stormy blue dulled by exhaustion.
“Don’t call… ambulance,” he muttered.
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