Too Far, Too Fast

"Felicity. Talk to me. Let me help you," he says gently, brow furrowed as he watches her shoulders jerk. She laughs harshly. "I think you've helped enough." She doesn't lift her head so her words are muffled, and although the words hurt, he can tell there's not much sentiment behind them. She just sounds tired. A delayed entry for Flash Fiction Prompt #3.