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Larry releases his wife’s hand as she bolts from the room, his eyes following her all the way out the door. He looks at the woman and nods slightly. “I’ll be right back.” He sighs and rubs the tension from his face, following his retreating wife and heading out to the brisk parking lot. He grasps her hand tightly and pulls her toward him, his arms encasing her in a firm hug. “It’s okay..”

But nothing was okay. And he knew that. She knew that. It was just something to say because there was nothing else to say. All he could do was hold her and keep her from falling completely to pieces. “You don’t have to do this sweetheart. I can take care of it.” He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back soothingly. “You can wait out here if you want.”

     The tugging, didn’t help exactly, though at the warmth of his hand the blonde rests her forehead against his chest; a gasp coming from her as she shakes her head. She couldn’t form words, so she didn’t even try at that point. Though after a moment or two of resting in Larry’s embrace, Ally pulls away, and takes a few steps off to the side before hunching forward with another heave. She drops to a knee as her stomach lurches and empties itself onto the grass, despite not really having had any substance to fill it for quite some time.

After her heaving ceased, the blonde’s head hangs forward as she breathes deeply, though her world was still spinning and that sensation forces her to closed her eyes. “I’ll… be fine.” She states. Though she wasn’t sure about that statement, she wasn’t sure of anything at that point. Everything leading up to that exact moment had honestly felt like a nightmare, and with each passing moment, the reality drove it home to her. “I’m sorry…” She breathes.