Compared to her problems, his problems would be deemed little in comparison.
He helped her get up and brought her to sit down.
"Where did you smell this scent?" He asked.
Emma tried composing herself, using the rest of her strength to sit up.
"Around where Lily was found. The smell came from the bottle filled with liquid used to polish and shine the trophies. Of course, this isn't proven by a test or any scientific basis, but my theory is that the liquid contained an excessive amount of liquid ammonia," Emma explained, before falling into a fit of coughs as she wheezed, trying her best to breathe in and out.
James looked at her guiltily.
He didn't have the ability to do anything but be there for her. If he could, he would've swapped scenarios in a heartbeat. He rathered him be the one to suffer and be in pain while the other watched, not knowing how painful it actually was.
