Yet he quickened his steps without furrowing his brow and rushed into the bathroom of the room.
Both bedrooms were restless that night. Emma Benson, whose bodily functions had not yet fully recovered, suffered even though she wasn't suffering from alcohol poisoning. She vomited time and again, tormented until she could not even stand, her body completely limp.
She threw up the entire first half of the night, and it wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that she began to feel a bit better. She lay in bed, still so uncomfortable that she tossed and turned.
Walter Schmidt felt pained and held her in his arms the whole time, constantly massaging her stomach and persistently offering her water to drink and wiping her face...
