Lucille's knees weakened. The room reeked of sweat, blood, and something rotten.
Her mother's eyes were bloodshot, her skin gray. She twisted unnaturally under her father's weight, limbs jerking like a puppet with tangled strings.
Lucille's father, Arthur Lin, was now soaked in sweat. After locking his wife's movements, he used all his strength and skill to keep her under him.
"Don't come close!" Arthur barked once he noticed Lucille tried to step forward. "Throw me the blanket and get a towel!"
"Oh! Oh—!"
Driven by the chaotic atmosphere, Lucille lunged toward the bed, grabbing the messy blanket. After throwing it to Arthur, she tossed him a towel next. She simply seized the one hanging near the washroom's door.
Then, Lucille watched with a rapidly pounding heart as Arthur quickly wrapped the blanket around Moira's torso. She trashed violently, but was unable to overpower him.
"Grrrhhhh! Grrrrr!"
