Morgan Benson furrowed his brows, patting her back and helping her catch her breath, his words filled with urgency and heartache.
Kaitlyn Webb gripped the sink with both hands, feeling utterly drained from vomiting. Her mouth tasted of alcohol, and she rinsed it repeatedly, feeling uncomfortable all over.
At the same time, she felt like her head was going to explode and split apart…
After a full five minutes, she felt a little better in her chest, and Kaitlyn stood up, rinsing her mouth countless times until she felt a bit more comfortable.
Morgan Benson supported her out, let her lean on the sofa, and turned to pour a glass of warm water.
With her stomach emptied, Kaitlyn almost drank the water in one go, the warmth in her stomach finally providing some relief.
"Let me lie down for a while…" She lay on the sofa, closed her eyes, and said, "Take me home in a bit."
With that, the woman fell silent.
