We went out to try and catch a taxi, but here in the embassy there's very few taxi drivers. Everyone walks everywhere. It's to confusing going between all the different areas and backroads.

We didn't wait long to just run. If Rosie was hit by a car, it could've been on purpose. There's so many people still after us - there's no telling.

But Rosie didn't do anything. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve any of this.

We were running for what felt like forever and I couldn't take it anymore. I stopped, panting, barely being able to see straight. Worry taking over every part of my body. I was shaking so bad I felt like I had drank 100 coffees in two minutes. If Rosie doesn't make it…

I changed my thought before my shaking got any worse. Noah looked at me and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Noah was reaching for me. He was trying to pull me up, but I was too dizzy to stand.

"Gracie. Gracie, hey! Look at me, Grace!" My mind was spinning. I felt sick. I don't know what had happened. Noah was squatting next to me, feeling my forehead. "God, Grace. Your forehead is burning up." I felt like hell. There's no sugarcoating it. "Deep breaths, Grace. Deep breaths." I was still breathing heavy even though we'd been stopped at least 10 minutes. Noah was fumbling for his phone in his pocket and no matter how much I racked my brain trying to figure out why, I couldn't.

My head was pounding.

The spinning was only getting faster and my vision was going in and out. I couldn't even see where Noah was. My shaking hadn't gotten worse but it hadn't gotten better either. "Grace, hey, I'm calling someone now. It's okay." I could hear the ringing and Noah starting to say something, but then, the world was black.