"I'm sorry." The words leave my mouth as he lowers me onto a chair. There isn't much more I can think of at the moment. "I tried to stop them, I-"

Then a wave of nausea nearly topples me over, and I fall back heavily against the chair, letting it keep me up. "I shouldn't have waited. I shouldn't have trusted that asshole. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

Shit. I'm babbling. That's embarrassing.