"I hate the sight of my blood". She repeated unable to recall when those words had been written.
'Did I write that when I was drunk?'. Her shaky fingers moved to touch the dried red liquid which seemed to be blood. Although she hadn't been bleeding at any part of her body.
Could it be the person who brought her in last night? But how did they know her place?
Her breath quickened in worry.
"Diane?". Josh moved to her room after hearing a light thud, only to find Diane collapsed on the ground. "Diane!". Be moved to lift her to the bed.
If he hadn't left her alone, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
'She's burning up'. He grimaced after touching her forehead. The weather outside was still too stormy to take her to the hospital and he knew nothing about taking care of the sick.
"Hhh hhh". Diane huffed and puffed half opening her eyes to find Josh watching her.
"You didn't mention being sick, when did it start? And where are your meds?". His anxious eyes scanned the room.
