(LIAM'S POV)
"Violet. Violet, Baby, what's wrong? Please—"
Violet wouldn't stop crying.
My head was pounding now, thick and hot, and my stomach was roiling again, and every cry felt like a needle driven straight between my eyes. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this alone. I needed help.
I pushed myself off the bed. My legs were unsteady. My vision swam at the edges. I made it to the door and pulled it open, and almost collided with Natalie, who was already hurrying down the hall toward the sound.
"Liam! What's—oh, sweetheart." Her hands flew up, her face creased with worry. "Is he alright? Is he hurt?"
"I don't know," I said. My voice came out ragged. "I don't know. He just—he won't stop."
"Here," Natalie said, reaching for him. "Let me try, let me—"
