Plans and slaps.

An awkward silence had filled the room as Brittney walked in. She had bandaging on her stomach under her t-shirt and had a sweater over her shoulders. Her face was pale and she looked haggard.

Rebecca watched her walk in and sit in the corner on her bed. She curled up into the large blanket and it looked like she was going to sleep.

Although she was tempted to say something, Beth stopped Rebecca from doing so with a stern look. She knew the girl was a little attached to the officer and probably felt like shit anyway, adding salt to a wound was not needed.

Brittney stared at the cream coloured wall blankly. No sorrow nor joy on her face. She was devoid of emotion and felt almost hollow.

No matter what she did, she couldn't stop recalling the image of Bonnet's face which had a hole in the forehead. a neat and clean hole with blood dripping down his face. The skid marks of blood as the nurses and doctors had to run around to try and save him.