André's POV

I was kneeling by her side and fanning her the best I could with my shirt. Sweat was running down my muscular torso, and I was overwhelmed with worry.

“Please wake up, Olivia. Please."

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at Pierre and me weakly as we stood over her with concern.

“Olivia!”

I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. When I pulled away, she smiled weakly and caressed my face. She tried to stand up, but I made her sit.

“No! Sit down. ...