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Consequences
With Frankie sleeping, Cat switches her gaze back out the window. The sun was now setting, finishing off a horror day. Sam was right; she had fucked it up. The lies and attempted deceit, Cat had basically turned herself into Frankie. Destroying the trust had been a lot quicker than building it.
“So she’s pretty much out of the woods… not to say that she was ever really in the woods…”
Cat assumes it’s the nurse talking. She didn’t even notice her come in.
“Minor head trauma, broken collarbone… fine really.”
“Fine.” Cat repeats to her reflection in the window.
“Surprising though.”
It takes Cat a second but the comment from the nurse finally reaches her. She frowns and begins to turn around.
“What do you m-“
The nurse is gone. Cat flicks her eyes over to Frankie. The tubes have been removed, leaving Frankie’s face unmarked. Cat fingers her necklace. What was Frankie doing outside her building just before the accident? She wouldn’t’ve… would she?
More importantly what was Sam doing?
As if the answers are written on the bed sheets, Cat moves closer to Frankie’s bedside and hesitantly sits down, subconsciously stroking the bed on the way. A loose corner of the sheet catches her eyes. Cat instinctively tucks it back under. There is a pause as the absurdity of what she is doing sinks in. Cat continues, making her way around the outside of the entire bed, tucking and tidying as she goes.
As she nears the head of the bed, Frankie lets out a tiny moan in her sleep, one of anguish and loss. Cat frowns towards the sound.
“Why am I still here Frankie.” It’s a whisper meant for herself.
With sudden realisation, Cat jumps up and rushes over to her bag. Perhaps now Sam had returned her messages? The rummaging seems to take forever before Cat remembers that she placed her phone into her coat pocket. It doesn’t make an ounce of difference; there’s still no reply. Maybe there never will be. She tosses the phone onto Frankie’s bed, disappointment in herself growing ever larger.
Cat eyes the door hungrily, wishing for another reason to have DS Murray walk back in.


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