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Lily couldn't stop throwing up.

Breakfast and lunch lurched out of her mouth in a violent mix and she held onto the toilet seat for support. Sirens blared in her head, her hands and feet numb and cold as the dead body of Marco Salvatore.

"Jesus Christ! Lily!" Rosalina rushed to her aid, rubbing her hand across Lily's back and gathering the waves of brunette hair up in a ponytail. Nonna came in, and her face paled.

"Are you okay now?" Nonna asked, caressing Lily's head.

Lily faintly nodded. She staggered when she got back to her feet, but Rosalina's firm grip stopped her from cracking her head against the sink.

Horrified, Lily stared at her blood-stained face and cried. Opening the faucet and taking handfuls of water, she slapped her face, rinsing off the blood with soap like she wanted to scrub her face off.

"I-I'm okay." Lily slurred, holding her throbbing head. "I-I n-need, w-water."

Rosalina helped her get seated at the kitchen counter and got her a glass of water to drink. Lily gu
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