Marie walked back into the apartment, her moment of anger faded. Pushing her boots against the wall she walked over to where Summer was and sat on the floor. Her gun on the table.
Through the bone-twisting spasms, Summer heard the door open and close again. She fought her eyes open to see Deva sitting down on the floor beside her, and a hissed breath escaped. “S-sorry … “
She sighed and moved to sit on the couch, bringing Summer’s body into her lap, ”I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have snapped on you for helping me, I just have so troubles I haven’t gotten past.”
Summer patted whatever part of Deva’s body was closest to hand. “‘s okay. ‘m here f’r you.” Another muscle spasm warped her body, spine arching into a bow. “F-fuck,” she swore, tears sliding down her face.