Nessie scrambled over to him and almost fell off the bed, too, but managed to pull him back up and hold onto him. "Are you okay? What happened?" Then she realized what happened and she pulled her hands off him like she'd just been burned.
"Oh."
Nessie sat up, knees to her chest, and rested her head on her knees. She'd shown him the truth, and now he was scared of her, or hated or, or thought something else terrible about her. All she'd wanted to do was be truthful! Wasn't honesty the best policy? Especially if you loved someone?
"I'm sorry."
If he didn't break up with her, she was lucky. And she wouldn't ever tell him anything like that ever again, she decided. If he couldn't take this, how could he take knowing about her family?