She's My Sleeping Pill-Chapter 958: SAVED AT HIS EXPENSE III
Conversation with GeminiYou saidEnhance
Things happened so fast and Luiz moved by instinct to survive. Everything was a blur, as if it was all just an illusion. The next thing he realized, he was already running in the forest with the fastest speed he could conjure.
Gemini saidHere is an enhanced version of that passage, focusing on sensory immersion and the frantic pacing of the scene:
The Blurred FlightAdrenaline surged, stripping away thought and leaving only the raw, jagged impulse to survive. For Luiz, the world dissolved into a fractured montage of motion and shadow—a fever dream where cause and effect no longer held weight.
Before the reality of the moment could even take root, he found himself deep within the timberline. His legs moved with a desperate, conjured velocity, tearing through the underbrush as the forest became a rhythmic smear of dark greens and charcoal greys. Every breath was a sharp intake of cold air, every stride a frantic gamble against the encroaching silence behind him.
He was running out of breath but he didn’t dare stop. He didn’t dare look back. He only has one goal in mind and that was to leave the place and get as far as he could. Silently, he prayed for Nikolai’s safety.
From the looks of it, the man came alone to rescue him.
"Why... why was he alone?" The thought fractured in his mind, rhythmic and jagged against the sound of his own ragged breathing. His lungs felt like they were filled with hot glass, each shallow gasp a searing reminder of the oxygen his body couldn’t quite catch.
Agony bloomed in his chest, a dull, crushing weight that finally broke his rhythm. His foot caught on a gnarled root, and the world tilted. He didn’t have the strength to catch himself; he simply collapsed, slamming face-first into a stagnant puddle. The icy shock of the water was a brutal wake-up call to the silence of the woods around him.
Then, the distant, low-frequency thrum of engines began to bleed through the treeline—a mechanical growl that promised either rescue or a different kind of danger. Luiz ignored the white-hot protest of his muscles, dragging his battered frame toward the sound.
He clawed his way through the final screen of brush and stopped short. He was perched on the lip of a low-hanging limestone cliff, the earth falling away to reveal a sprawling vein of asphalt below. The highway stretched out like a blackened ribbon under the moonlight, vibrating with the force of the machines screaming past.
A car was approaching and seeing this life saving grace, Luiz jumped to the roadside and waved his hands for help.
The driver’s heart jolted into her throat as a haggard, mud-caked figure lurched into her headlights—a living ghost appearing out of the darkness. To her, Luiz didn’t look human; he was a hollowed-out wreck, a "walking zombie" silhouetted against the asphalt.
Panic took the wheel. She jerked the steering, sending the car into a violent, screeching fishtail. The tires shrieked in protest as the vehicle bucked left and right, carving smoke into the air. With a final, bone-jarring lurch, the car ground to a halt. The headlights cut through the gloom, illuminating Luiz just a single meter from the bumper—close enough for him to feel the radiating heat of the engine against his skin.
He walked to the driver’s side and knocked on the window. However, the driver didn’t know whether to open the door or not. She was petrified.
"Hey, are you okay?" Luiz asked in a muffled voice due to the window frame separating them.
"I should be asking that to you," the driver retorted softly - only hearing herself instead of saying these words to the man outside her car.
Realising that the driver might have been too scared of him to get out of the car, Luiz moved a bit to the front where he could write on the windshield.
Help me.
Just two words. Two words that struck the driver’s heart and distinguished the fear she was feeling.
She immediately went out of her car and helped Luiz get inside to the front seat. She didn’t care if he was dirty and wet from whichever place he came from. All she had in mind was to bring him to the hospital as fast as she can.
"Thank you," Luiz croaked, the words barely finding purchase in the air. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the seatbelt, the metallic click sounding unnervingly loud in the cramped cabin. He slumped back, waiting for the woman to put the car in gear and floor it away from the shadows of the forest.
Instead, the car remained frozen.
The driver didn’t reach for the shifter. Slowly—almost mechanically—she began to rotate her head toward him. There was no fluid grace to the movement; it was jerky, robotic, as if her neck were a series of rusted gears. When her face finally met his, her mouth fell open, unhinged and gasping like a goldfish caught in the air, her eyes wide with a shock that transcended simple surprise.
"You...you are Luiz! Cayenne’s brother! Oh, dear God! It’s you! You are alive! Oh, wait! Oh, no. Your autograph can wait!," she hurriedly started her car and drive back to town. "I must send you to the hospital first! Do you need water? Food?" She questioned with her eyes on the road. "I have some snacks and water in that small compartment in front of you. Get some and replenish your strength a bit."
But when she looked back, Luiz was already asleep, yet in her perspective, he has fainted due to the torture that she imagined he went through.
By estimation and the way she carefully drived, it would take her an hour to get to the nearest hospital. However, she didn’t want to driver carelessly because she wasn’t a veteran driver. She just recently got her driver’s licence card.
"Dear Lord, please keep him safe," she prayed while fumbling for her phone. She dialed the emergency hotline number and informed the receiver to send an ambulance and meet her along the way. "I really don’t know what else to do. I have no basic knowledge of giving first aid and I can’t drive too fast. I’m afraid," she stated with silent tears.
"Do you know the name of the patient so we can try to find his guardian?" asked the hospital staff over the phone.
"Yes. Yes. His name is Luiz Ardolf. He is the model that was abducted. His guardian is Cayenne Ardolf Dumrique or it could be his brother Kyle."
"Got it. Please don’t hang-up the phone. We’ll dispatch an ambulance and they will keep in touch with you until you meet them on the way."
Hearing how fast the hospital staff reacted and gave instruction, she sighed in relief and glanced back to the young man next to her.
"I have finally repaid you."
