I furrowed my brows and shifted around uncomfortably on the floor.
"Mildred has been destroying her body?"
Ned leaned back in his seat and sighed.
"...That's the gist of it, yeah."
I turned to look in Mildred's direction, where her bed was. Although I couldn't see Mildred, it was not hard to tell she was there from the soft thumping sounds and creaking from the bedposts.
She was still convulsing.
After a few moments, I spoke up.
"Why... why is this happening? Is it because she drank too much alcohol?"
Ned was silent for a moment, but eventually answered.
"Kind of. When people drink alcohol, it makes their minds feel different."
I looked in Ned's direction.
"Different? What do you mean by that?"
Ned shrugged his shoulders.
"You know, drunk. Basically, it just makes them feel better."
I blinked a few times.
"Oh... ok."