"No! Please… Don't!"
That woman skittered backward until her back touched the cold wall. She crossed her arms over her chest and began to shiver like a leaf. It was evident in her eyes that the earlier incident had pushed her into a trauma, which would probably last for her life like a wound that would never heal.
Joyce felt pity for that young lady, and anger towards her attacker. She looked around and pulled out a pashmina shawl from the piles of clothes on the bed.
She walked to that trembling woman's side and tried to wrap that shawl around her body.
However, that woman was startled when Joyce tried to come near her. And she started to behave as if she was terrified of Joyce as well. "Please d-don't come near me. L-Leave me alone… P-Please…"
