It’s concerning that she’s this distraught.

Maybe it’s the first dead person since her father that she’s known personally.

His brow crinkles as he steps into the dark room.

“Ky? Give me a sign you’re breathing here.”

She briefly lifts her head from the pillow.

The mascara she’s wearing is smeared and her eyes are red.

He doesn't know how to be comforting or consoling.

"These… things, um, happen, Ky."

There is a small sound that slips out of her before she turns away again.

"Ky…"

He stands up to move towards her.

"I just need to be alone for a bit, please."

Her voice is soft.

His hand freezes...