But by the time William Shaw turned around, the place he'd just been sitting was already occupied by a large bunch of roses.
And like magic, John Coleman brought out a glass of water, holding it in front of Amelia.
"Do you prefer to drink water first, or take the medicine?" Coleman completely ignored William's presence, addressing only Amelia.
Amelia: "…I can do it myself."
"Your arm must still hurt from the glass cuts, right?" Yet Coleman didn't hand over the glass of water or the medicine to Amelia; he held up a pill, "Come on, open up, be a good girl."
Amelia: "…"
"Maybe drink some water before the medicine?" William had already walked over.
He reached out and moved the roses aside.
"Amelia, have some water first." He sat back down next to her.
Amelia was sandwiched between two men, both tall and intimidating, like two mountains, squishing her into a narrow slit of sky.
