Savannah looked at her good friend, who was always full of life and fun, now lying silently on the bed. Tears seized her eyes. Olivia did nothing to deserve her injuries, and the one who hurt her had gotten away with it!
Eventually, these feelings could be held in no longer; Savannah couldn't help but gently hold Olivia's cold, unconscious little hand.
"Olivia, pick yourself up, wake up, and tell me what's going on. Why did you go to the bar that night? Why did you fall downstairs? Did you go there to meet Valerie? Valerie did it? Please, wake up and don't let the one who hurt you get away with it!"
Olivia was lying on her bed, motionless like a petrified statue.
Tears streamed down Savannah's cheeks. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, taking a deep breath. "Olivia, you try to wake up, and I try to find the person who did you harm."
