70. ISABELLE
Kimberley lay silently in the hospital bed, bones protruding, and her skin varying shades of purple, blue and yellow. An oxygen mask covered her mouth and nose, an IV drip was bandaged to her left hand, and a couple of other machines that Isabelle did not recognise were hooked up to her. If her stupid throat wasn’t such a mess, a hysterical sob would be bursting through at the utter desperation and helplessness she felt. With a quivering hand, Isabelle combed through the tangled red mane knotted in massive clumps around Kimberley’s head. It just all seemed so stupid now, all the drama Isabelle had forced on everyone around her, the self-loathing and pity party she was so engrossed in to the exclusion of everyone else. What Jason had tried to do, his brutal treatment of her was horrendous
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