Genevieve threw up everything she had eaten hours ago, she had been in the bagel for quite some hours now and she had no idea just how many. Her stomach just couldn't stomach anything and every time she tried forcing herself to take some light food down, the image of Rhett covered in blood and Ryan's pictures always appeared in her head.
And that was a big hindrance to her, she could do anything and she was weak. No one was here for her, she was alone and her husband was currently lying in the bed looking lifeless in the next room.
Genevieve closed her eyes and took another deep breath to calm her racing heart, she was getting sleepy and she knew she shouldn't sleep here.
But she was too lazy to walk back to the room, she bit her lip and tried to stand up. She could do this, but as she tried getting up again her legs gave out she was quick enough to hold the wall for support else she would have seen herself on the ground.
