His confusion seemed to slide along her skin, but the reassuring warmth of him, arms and heart, helped to ease some of the panic. Abruptly the sheer adrenaline rush devolved into nausea, and she flailed off the bed, hitting one knee hard on the floor, and stumbled into the bathroom.Just the smell there made it worse, and she heaved, and again, until there was nothing left except a sour taste in her mouth and the rasp of her own breathing. Involuntary tears trickled down her face.
Tony rolled to the side and stood up once his feet were back on the floor. Grabbing the glass that was sitting on the bedside table, he followed Summer to the bathroom, filled the glass at the sink, and set it on the edge of the counter closest to her.
He leaned in the bathroom doorway, shoulder against the frame, until she’s ready to come out of the bathroom.
One shaking hand, cold with the aftermath of blood rush, grasped the glass, and Summer lifted it to her mouth, trying not to shake so hard she spilled it. It took both hands after a moment, and then she relaxed back against the cabinetry. “Sorry,” she muttered, “sorry.”