She seemed frustrated, glancing at him. "Francis, I've dealt with this for most of my life. I know what I'm doing."
"I've been to the doctor," she said harshly, her brow furrowed. Her voice shook and she turned to look at him "I've been there! They tell me that I have to sleep and they try to give me medicine and it never works, okay?! It never works, an-and I keep getting these dreams that just completely take over, and I wake up and just want to die, okay?"
She noticed his expression and faltered, her mouth opening for a moment. "I didn't mean..." She struggled for a moment before sighing, grabbing her coat and heading for the door. "I'm going for a walk."
Poppy was walking down the street and turned the corner as she got closer to the buildings, her cheeks pale as she hurried back.
Francis was outside, the collar of his black coat flipped up and his hands shaking as he took.a drag.
She took a deep breath and went back around the corner, putting her hand to her mouth. After taking a deep breath, she hurried back to the room.
