A few minutes later, Emily opened the door and walked in. The room was dark and the furnace was lit. The room was dry and scorching. She sweated the moment she entered.
He arrived at the bedside. Vincent was covered with a quilt and was breathing heavily. Occasionally, he would smash his fist against the wall and create a deafening sound.
Emily turned on the light and saw Vincent sweating massively under the quilt due to the heat and pain. She took a few steps forward and heard Vincent panting heavily. "Get out!"
Emily shook her head, "I won't."
The man's eyes were bloodshot. He stared at her, gritted his teeth and shouted at the door, "Rex."
No one answered.
Emily stepped forward to wipe the sweat off his forehead and pressed her hand on his arm which had bulging veins on it. Then, she bent down and kissed his lips. She drank wine, and there was a smell of alcohol in her mouth.
