The conversation died down as the thud echoed through the room. Everyone stopped, trying to process what happened. Then erupted.
"Tizmilly!" I threw the brush away, rushing toward her.
Tizmilly had already lost her consciousness. Her face was pale, her eyebrows knitted deeply. Sweet flowed down her forehead.
"Wh-what happened?" Carole stammered, didn't know what to do.
The others were the same. Even me.
My mother checked her for a while. She kept her calm face, but that doesn't mean that we could be as calm as her when Tizmilly still laying on the floor. My mother frowned as she raised her face to look at us.
"Quickly take her into the rest room!" She yelled.
We immediately complied, carrying her up from the floor to the rest room. My heart couldn't stop racing in the process. I couldn't stop thinking about what caused her to suddenly collapse like this.
