She had expected it to be bad to a point, the maid barely able to speak, her babbling incessant, Vivian was used to dealing with hysterics, it was part of her life as an emergency room doctor, but this, the afoul, the horror, even if she had known the victim, even if they had not been lovers for well over six months, it would have been hard to deal with, blood and gore everywhere.<br/><br/>The seconds she saw her head and recognized her as Cynthia, Vivian fell to her knees screaming, “NOOOO, it can’t be,” tears streaking her cheeks immediately, her jeans soaking up her blood from the carpet, though the doctor did not notice. Burying her head in her hands, she would not be moved, as her body was wracked with sobs, she wanted to hold her one last time, tell her that she loved her, all of the thoughts were swirling around, none of them truly hitting reaching her consciousness.