If she was yelling a different name, or cursing at him as she opened the door, he was deaf to it – all he had in his head was the images of the evening’s events, playing over and over and making him a little dizzy for it. Gran calling his name, and collapsing half out of her bed, and her sudden confused mumbling of things he didn’t understand, and her face white and pained and then her lying there, and not responding.
Jimmy took an unsteady step into Hestia’s room, wanting to close the door behind him but feeling like that was – too much to ask his body to manage for him. It was the shock, he thought. His face felt as white and bloodless as hers had gone. “It’s my Great-Gran,” he got out, suddenly unable to meet Hestia’s eyes. He looked at her rumpled bed, the indent in the pillow, remembering the scene at home. His voice sounded flat, and strangely hollow. “She’s dead. I –” He stopped there, as if bewildered. I don’t know what this means, he wanted to say. His brow furrowed. I don’t know what I do.
Jimmy took an unsteady step into Hestia’s room, wanting to close the door behind him but feeling like that was – too much to ask his body to manage for him. It was the shock, he thought. His face felt as white and bloodless as hers had gone. “It’s my Great-Gran,” he got out, suddenly unable to meet Hestia’s eyes. He looked at her rumpled bed, the indent in the pillow, remembering the scene at home. His voice sounded flat, and strangely hollow. “She’s dead. I –” He stopped there, as if bewildered. I don’t know what this means, he wanted to say. His brow furrowed. I don’t know what I do.
