Jessica wasn't necessarily sure if she was thankful or not that Molly hadn't been home when she decided to vegetate in front of the television. Flipping the channels was mindless, really, and she hesitated briefly on some music video channel. It wasn't enough to keep her attention though and as she ascended into the higher numbered channels, she had been taken back by the sight of Bill.
She almost wished she hadn't seen him at all, even in that brief moment upon first discovery, she was overjoyed, as it hit her how deeply she missed him and their home. This was shattered soon enough.
She was no stranger to death. She had killed before, mostly on accident, but on a few occasions out of defense. But she hadn't ever watched her friend sit by, in total agony, watching someone they evidently cared about wither away. She hadn't an idea who the woman was but it was horrifying to watch and in the last moments, it was as if she was delivered the true death, though Jessica wasn't sure how.
Then seeing Bill again, witnessing Eric's turmoil, and flashes of her self in some tossed together montage was just too much. Tears were already falling down from her eyes just from seeing Bill at first. By the time death came to the stranger, she was huddled over, clutching herself, with blood covering her cheeks from her tears.
Darcy was on his way. Normally, she would have been able to prepare herself for him, but she didn't this time. The most she had done was tried to wipe the blood from her cheeks with the back of her hand. Once he arrived, and took a seat beside her, she shifted, leaning into him to steady herself.
She was biting her lip to prevent another onslaught of tears from coming.