Juliette stares at Alicia as she spoke, almost unblinking. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it. The situation was more severe than she thought. “I don’t... understand,” she murmured. “Maybe it was a moment of grief? I don’t think you were necessarily hallucinating, though.” She squeezed her hand, leaning closer to her face.
“You just went through something very traumatic,” she told her. “You stumbles around a little after he flat-lined and fell to ground. Do you really not remember that?”