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“Oh,” she whispers

“Are you okay?” I ask

“Me? Yeah, Iuh, tried to help the police with a description but it’s all so da to recall more”

“You’ve been busier than you let on,” I say, impressed

“I don’t want this happening to someone else Maybe next time they’ll kill them, or worse” She shudders

White hot rage fills me I knew the plans they had in store for her

“I can’t have that on my conscious,” she continues

“Me either I’ll help any way I can”

She smiles “Thank you But for now, you should probably worry about getting well and leaving this place”

“Ten more hours I’m out of here the minute they say your papers have been processed, and you can leave”

“Why, you don’t like questionable Jell-O and bland chicken?” she asks with a smirk

I flip her off, and she laughs The sound is deep, loud, and sassy, much like its owner

“I’ll go and let you rest I wanted to stop in and see you up and about with my own eyes”

“You chase off my company, and then you leave me to be alone?”

Her eyes widen “You said—”