She screamed in pain, clenching her fists while she hold onto the window's handle. Her knees gave up making her lose her balance.
John speeded toward her right in time to carry her and spare her from a drastic fall. He pinned her down the bed and stared at her with a rebuke gaze.
Roselyn opened her mouth willing to explain to him her good intentions but her dizziness impeded her to say a word since she could barely keep her eyes open.
"What were you doing there?!" John asked, his voice was so furious and it thundered in the room so loud that for a second the wall seemed to shake. He gave her the usual dirty look, "drink!" he headed her the glass which she took with a shaky hand.
Roselyn didn't have the energy to complain nor to apologize she took a few sips of the water and closed her eyes while John tapped a wetted towel on her forehead.
