Selina bolted the room door open and rushed into Annabelle's room, slumping onto the soft, small bed. Her face pressed against the mattress as she slammed her fists into it, kicking her legs into the air in frustration.
"What's going on with you? How come you were released so quickly, and the next thing I see is you in a nurse's uniform? Talk to me, Best," Annabelle coaxed softly, asking for the tenth time since picking her up from the junction.
"I'm doomed. That's the only thing I can say right now. Why is my life falling apart like this?" she whimpered, turning to face the ceiling.
Tears stung the corners of her eyes.
"So you won't say anything that might help me figure out how to support you? I know things have been tough lately. But believe in yourself, you'll get through this. There's always a way," Annabelle said gently, rubbing the back of Selina's hand.
The warmth in her friend's voice eased the gnawing ache inside her, and at last, she opened up.
