Juliana looked upstairs. It was the sound of something falling to the ground.
Benson was smashing things.
Bang, bang, bang.
The sound got louder.
Juliana frowned tightly as she lifted her foot to go upstairs.
Old Mr. Leach pulled her back, "Jill, what are you doing?"
Juliana looked up at the second floor, "I'm going to check on Benson. I can't let him keep going like this."
Old Mr. Leach didn't let go but pulled her tightly, "No, you can't go. Benson is having an attack and he doesn't recognize anyone right now. If you approach him, you'll be seriously injured, or worse, dead!"
Juliana, "Grandpa..."
Old Mr. Leach still did not let go, "I didn't ask you to get yourself killed here. Just wait. He'll make it through the night."
Old Mr. Leach choked up when he said the last sentence.
If Benson got through it, he would be in worse shape and closer to death.
But if he didn't make it... the one who died tonight would be...
Old Mr. Leach did not dare to think or cry.