The next morning*
Dorcas slowly opened her eyes although they were hazy and weak. Soon she noticed the drip bag connected to her hand. She couldn't see clearly but she could pick from the voices coming from the window that those were her two friends. Although she couldn't get up or move she remained in a subconscious state.
Edith : "now that her husband is dead maybe her pride would drop"
Tracy : [scoff] dream on , she still has a lot of properties to sustain her "
Dorcas had been quietly listening to their conversation. It was finally clear that her two trusted friends were a bunch of scumbags. She wasn't shocked , after all this wasn't the first time she had heard them talk about her in such manner she just felt sorry for herself. The last time she had stumbled on them gossiping about her they made up series of stories to cover up. She wasn't so foolish to believe them she just felt it wasn't the time to deal with them. And now after all that had happened to her this few days these bitches had to come here and make it all worse. She was definitely not going to let this slide.
"Get out both of you "
She yelled at them with anger evident in her voice. She might be forced to smash their brains right now if they don't just leave.
It was now they finally realized that she had heard everything and this time there was no excuse. Edith walked towards her with the intention to explain. It wasn't like she was going to listen or believe, they just would get on her nerves more.
Tracy walked towards the bed were Edith had squatted and pulled her wrist with the look of disgust in her eyes.
Tracy :" let's go "
Tracy let out a loud hiss as she pulled Edith out with her . Sometimes Dorcas wondered what Tracy was so proud of. If it was her former self none of them would have left this room alive.
She got off the bed and walked to the baby cot where her child was sleeping soundly. She picked her up and began to rock her slowly.