Jessie pushed the door into Patricia room slowly and walked in, she didn't know how to describe how she felt, all she knew was that she really wanted to see her.
Patricia was asleep as she walked in, but even in her sleep she looked so disturbed, srunching up her nose as if she smelled something bad, and her lips were pulled up into a thin line, with beads of sweat on her forehead. She even clutched her cover with tight fists.
Jessie walked over to the seat by her bed and sat down on it watching her. "I could pull out the pillow from underneath your head and smother you, you know." She said quietly, looking forward, at nothing in particular. "And I would get away with it. My friend owns the hospital, he'll definitely help me cover it up."
"So then why don't you? You certainly have more than enough reason to do so." She said.
