Alexander’s POV
“Soph? Soph… Sophia?!” I manage to grab her wrist before she falls off the couch. It’s hard to see in the dark, but she doesn’t stop shaking by the second.
Quickly, I slip my left arm underneath her trembling body and pull her with me as I get off the couch. Her body is warm against mine, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Sophia?”
She mumbles unintelligible words, taking short gasps of air.
I set her on the soft rug and instantly wave my left hand twice. The lights come on, illuminating the media room, and I see Sophia having a mild seizure on the floor. Her breasts bounce carelessly, hitting the tiny gold necklace she’s wearing. Her eyes are lidded, showing only the white parts; tears leak out of them onto her ashen face. Her hands twitch, lips quivering.
“s**t
