Well, you're a little relieved she seems to be okay, but more so annoyed that she made no effort to answer you. "Bev, what gives?" you ask.
Beverly removes her face from her knees, looking up at you with wide eyes, and you notice she's not wearing her usual makeup - her face isn't stark-white, no black eyeliner or lipstick, nothing. Your brow furrows. You can't actually remember the last time you saw her without any of that stuff on. Years, anyway. Something's definitely wrong, so you take a step further into the room.
"Hey, you alright?" Beverly might be annoying and rude, but she's still your sister. If something is so wrong she won't even yell at you...well, you should probably do something about it.
"Tim..." she says quietly, and one hand moves to cover her mouth.
"Yeah? What about me?" Speaking is at least better than a few seconds ago.
What catches you off guard is when Beverly rolls off the bed and runs up to you, at least as best she can run in the enclosed space, and throws her arms around you, burying her face in your chest.
"Whoa! Hey, whoa, what's wrong?"
"Tim, I..." Beverly trails off, but pushes herself back, almost to arm's length, though her hands remain on your shoulders. You see tears in her eyes, but she blinks them back. The corner of her lip curls in as she bites it.
"What is it, Bev? You can say it."
Beverly swallows, and takes a deep breath, but whatever it is she wants to say, the words seem to catch in her throat. Her hands tighten around your shirt, and after a few seconds...
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