#Chapter210
As soon as the door clicks I’m on my feet and speedily crossing to her in seconds, pulling the bottle from the floor and start trying to help her to sit, pushing cushions behind her head in a bid to get her comfier. Focusing on this is all I can think to do to stop myself going bat shit crazy.
/"Don’t./" She croaks between breaths, and yet I still persevere.
/"Sitting up a little will mean I can help you drink this, if it dulls something then it has to be worth it./" I maneuver her, so I can lift her head, unscrew the cap and help her drink the neat vodka a little at a time. She coughs and chokes and shakes her head at me trying to signal that she cannot drink it.
