I'm stepping out of the restroom area when my eyes land on her. She looks just as surprised to see me. "What are you doing here?"
The first thing I noticed is her blood stained skirt and the dried blood on her hands and some part of her legs.
A crease formed between my eyebrows. "What happened?" I asked, my eye is still fixed on the blood on her skirt.
She shook her head and then scoffed. "You can't be kidding me right now, are you seriously asking me what happened? Pretending like you don't know?" her tone was accusatory.
"Oli- Bianca, is this something that you would like to ask me or speak to me about because I don't understand where you're driving at."
She folded her arms against her chest. "How convenient is it that the person that wanted to tell me the truth about what happened to me that night, suddenly get shot and then you're here in the exact same hospital that they were brought to."
