Connie said weakly as she held her stomach and laid her head on the wall of the tower. She felt sick and the four walls she had gotten used to in the days they had been locked away began to swirl and looked distorted.
“Steven how long have we been in here?”
She asked weakly taking in a few short breathes as it grew harder and harder to keep her eyes open.
Everything began to hit her at once as she tried to keep herself awake. She couldn’t leave Steven alone in here this was as much her fault as it was his. She felt like she wouldn’t last in her body, but her heart and mind yelled at her to stay alive.