(Grace)
I steadied Silas, snaking my arm around his waist. I guided him out of the room, needing to get him to safety. He stumbled as I hurried him down the stairs to my room.
"Grace," he said weakly. "I don't feel right..."
"It's OK Si, you're OK," I assured him despite how scared out of my mind I was. I honestly had no idea if he would be OK after what my mom did to him or if she had done anything more to him after calling him her insurance.
When we reached my room, I shut and locked the door. Silas was leaning on me heavily, so I struggled to lead him to my bed. But he began to shake his head adamantly.
"Bathroom!" he said quickly, trying to get me to speed up. I got him to the toilet just in time for him to throw his guts up.
I began to pace nervously while he retched, once,
