Chuck entered the hospital room and spotted the thermal flask lying on the floor. Lylith was soaked, her eyes welling up with tears from the pain.
"Lorrie, have you lost it? Lylith went through the trouble of making this soup for you. You could've just left it alone if you didn't want it. Why dump it on her?" Chuck snapped.
"I didn't!" Lorrie gripped the bedsheet. "She's the one who—"
"So you're saying she set you up?"
Lylith grabbed Chuck's sleeve, her expression twisted with hurt. "Lorrie was left behind in the fire. You can't blame her for being angry. If she needs to take it out on someone, let her throw what's left at me, too."
She bent down to grab the flask.
"She's being ridiculous, and you're just going along with it?" Chuck kicked the flask aside and glared at Lorrie. "I didn't come back for you because I thought Jack would get you out! What's that got to do with Lylith? Why take it out on her?"
Lorrie didn't feel like explaining anymore. All she wanted was to get away
