Bette stood up from the chair she had been sitting on for the past  few hours. The hospital light glared up and down into her eyeballs…which were red bloodshot and yellow. She was about to read the only magazine there when she heard Kirsten call out her name. She was in uniform, she had not bothered to change after her shift…and walked with a stony look in her eyes. Bette could feel Kirsten’s judgment radiating out towards her…she felt it’s glare…but when Kirsten got to her she pulled Bette close. Bette leaned into those strong arms and whimpered, shaking, she was so tired, so scared…..guilty…she felt so *****’ guilty. But though her body was shaking and sweating…her mind was calm. It was her body that felt out of control…maybe it was shock, minor shock but her mind was fine. Bette all the time while she was walking back and forth and sitting was thinking clearly calmly and sorting out the events that happened….the event, jesus ***** H christ. what had happened? Bette driving…she was driving and then there were screams, a thud. That’s all she knew cuz she was looking back at Angie and Shad. Now she was at the hospital wondering where the boy’s parents were…no one had come to the hospital, Bette came in the ambulance cuz it was the right thing to do but had told the health people that she was the one who hit the boy. What followed was a massive and thorough interview of Bette…and stony looks. But she stayed at the hospital with the police who were hanging around at the end of the hall. A kindly nurse came out maybe once every half-hour telling Bette about the boy’s progress…he was stable…but she hadn’t come back in ages, and Bette heard a frantic Code ‘something?” on the intercom, she was scared it was him. He was such a skinny boy, no meat on him…maybe 15 maybe younger. She statyed though. And now in Kirsten’s arms she felt all the stony judgment leave Kirsten, she felt it leave…Kirsten’s strong arms held her so gently that Bette knew she was forgiven. You see in Kirsten’s mind Bette at first was guilty as sin, and for a second her cop mind wanted to slug her in the jaw. But the new information she had now changed her mind…in fact now Kirsten felt sorry for Bette. In K’s arms Bette was thinking over and over wondering where Angelica was, she should not have yelled like that at her…Bette want to hug her little girl and tell her everything was going to be ok……”Kirsten can you please find Angie?”   “yeah i will……but i have to tell you something about the boy first…….Bette…………….he’s gone………” “dead?” “no…………worse….”