Emily Allen struggled incessantly, she couldn't go to the hospital, she couldn't go to such a place!
"Ryan, nothing happened! Ryan, I want to be alone for a while, please, don't you know to go find Charlotte?"
Emily's attitude finally softened, she knew she was utterly filthy, mired in a quagmire.
But there were things she didn't want to be brought into the open.
However, Ryan Richard's patience had been worn down to nothing. The wound on his forehead still throbbed with pain, and on top of that, knowing such things, they rushed into Ryan's mind haphazardly.
"Enough!"
Ryan shouted, flinging his hand away. Emily was sitting on the edge of the bed, and now with that swing from Ryan, she fell directly onto the floor.
On the floor were the shards of the vase that had been smashed earlier, and Emily fell right onto them.
Her body struggled with the momentum, and the shards of the vase directly pierced her skin.