Olivia
Men are strange creatures. They can see a woman dying on the floor, but they still think she should get up and take care of the kids. In this case, I don't really blame Rock. He's a chivalrous guy. He would do anything for me. But he's more scared of the children than he is of scorpions eating his face.
In fact, he would probably prefer to have scorpions eat his face than take care of my kids. But right now, he doesn't have a choice. I'm completely laid out, prone on the tile floor of his bathroom. I don't know what's hit me, but it's hit me hard, and I'm not going to take care of my children. I can't even make it down the stairs or out of the bathroom.
"Maybe they're fine," Rock says, as I hear Ronnie and Bianca start to cry.
"Go. Check. On. Them," I moan, still lying on the fl
