I let out a heavy sigh too. I might not be terrorized anymore, but that horrible incident sapped all my energy, I feel ready to faint at any second. Luckily, Greyson's still firmly holding me. Cecily walks up to me first, looking worried, and puts a cold hand on my cheek.
"You okay, Baby?"
I manage to nod, but I stop right away; I think I'm going to puke if I move too much... My God, I had no idea how badly my intestines would react to stress. Thank God I switched to a liquid diet; the nausea is horrible.
"Hera!"
I hear Bart run down the stairs and Greyson transfers me into his arms, which I appreciate because Bart is more my size, so I feel less compressed. I let myself lean against him, trying to recover the sensations in my legs, while this bleached i***t keeps glancing around, utt
