"Calm down Giana…" Dillon tried to get this woman to stop her tantrum and start listening to him, but it required an extra effort just to do so.
And it was only after two full hours of Giana pouring out her emotions, anger, irritation and sadness that she got a little better.
Now, Giana was sitting beside her bed with broken glass pieces and other shattered objects scattered around her. But she didn't care.
And for now, Dillon didn't care either, as long as Giana stayed calm. That's what's important now.
Dillon then moved closer to Giana, sat next to her, leaning his back against the side of the bed, just like she did.
"I want a drink," Giana said. Her throat felt like an arid desert, very painful after the desperate screams she had been giving out during the past two hours. Her body also felt very uncomfortable.
