Vee's POV:
I feel sick after seeing that. I run along the corridor, heading for the way out. I accidentally bump into Terry, the old man who runs the department. He is a lovely man. He catches me and makes me stop.
"Vee, darling, you don't look well."
"I'm sorry Terry, I don't feel well." I can feel that I am on the verge of tears.
"Go, go home!" He encourages me. "I'll cover for you." I smile gratefully and give him a quick hug.
"Thank you." I continue my way down the corridor in my pursuit to find fresh air. I burst through the door to outside and inhale mouthfuls of air. The air helps me to breathe properly and breathing helps me to calm down. I continue to take deep, steadying breaths as my heart rate returns to normal and the urge to vomit subsides.
I can't believe what I jus
