Helanie:
He had soon arrived, and I was in his arms in the next few minutes. He was carrying me upstairs to my bedroom.
He stormed inside to find Norman sitting on the couch with the tray on the table.
"Helanie? What happened to her?" Norman jumped to his feet, reaching Emmet, but he didn't hand me over to him.
"I found her sitting on the stairs and crying in pain. What is going on with her? Her body is heating up," Emmet told his brother, sounding slightly drunk, but he was able to form a full sentence and even navigate me to the bedroom without tripping once.
But I was in bad shape.
"It hurts so much," I cried loudly, shaking in pain. Every inch of my body seemed to be on fire. No amount of massage or medicine would help.
"We should take her to the doctor—" Norman was about to suggest when something suddenly silenced both of them.
They froze for a brief moment.
That something was none other than the crack of my elbow joint.
