At this moment, she felt like she was in deep water and fire, her whole body completely soft. On second thought, the paparazzi wouldn't serve a life-threatening drug; given her current condition, she could guess what kind of drug it was.
"I can't call 120." Rosie Scott's voice was soft, her arms weak. She leaned on her fragile consciousness and turned on the bathtub faucet, falling into the tub, soaking herself in cold water.
The hot body found some relief.
'Knock knock knock,' Mr. Carey rapped on the bathroom door: "Miss Scott, make a sound, otherwise I'll kick the door in."
Rosie Scott felt as if heaven was against her, her past life was already full of hardships, and now she was facing difficulties in this one as well.
The young woman submerged herself in the bathtub; if she endured, she'd be a hero again; if she didn't, then it'd just be dying once more.
