Chapter Twenty-Four.

The repeated camera clicks echoed incessantly across the street from her, allowing lights to flash against the transparent sides of her building. Patricia shielded her face, walking towards the door on which there was a frantic knock.

And she had only pushed it slightly, a seemingly angry middle aged woman charged through with several bags in her hands. "Mum!" Patricia exclaimed. She didn't need this right now.

"What are you doing here?" She asked and Elena's turned around to her daughter, beads of swear forming around her temples. "What are you?" She threw the question back at Patricia, who held in her hands a little bucket that she constantly threw up in.

She was a mess.

Her eyes were sore, her face was crimson and swollen. And her lips chapped. She had a limping gait and was sure she'd stayed in bed the entire day. And as Elena watched her throw up, she inched closer to her, grazing he neck with the back of her palms.

"You're burning up" She noticed.

"Have you taken anything?"

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