She jerked away from him, crabwalking backward the bed, until her back hit the headboard, unsure what to make of all of this, before finally it all came back. He wasn't Marcus, he was Josh and Josh was sick.
Even still, he tried to kill her? Clearly he didn't meant to, there were tears in his eyes.
"J-Josh?" She asked tentatively, coughing a bit, as she spoke, her usually soft voice was hoarse and rough. She wanted to ask him if he was alright which was a weird thought after what just happened. She remembered, tears touching her eyes too as she looked at him.
She didn't know what to do. Too many times had she let a dangerous man into her life, a man she knew full well could kill her if he wanted and there wouldn't be a damn thing she could do about it.
But it was Josh? he would never hurt her.
But he just did. Or he had about an hour ago, she could see the sun coming up now.
She didn't know what to do but look on him in silent fear and confliction. She didn't know where to go from here.
She pulled her knees to her chin, her eyes still on his, maybe he should say something, she didn't know what to say, or how to feel, or what to do.
((Sorry it's so short :{ ))