Timothy watched as she opened her eyes and mouth simultaneously. She looked like a cartoon.
“What...?” she started the sentence, but didn’t finish it, and Timothy could appreciate how she was remembering. Her eyes, other than the gray ones they were, looked like a well of answers.
“After you passed out, I called Troy, he said it was normal in your condition to occasionally pass out, since you’re not feeding well.”
“I eat” she defended herself getting out of bed.
The instant she put her first foot on the floor, Timothy watched in slow motion as she lost control of her body, so he rushed over and stopped a horrible fall to the floor.
“Pretty good you feed,” he sneered.
“You don’t know me,” she accused him. “Let go of me. I must go, you shouldn’t have brought me here.”
“I’m not
