Daphne was sitting on her bed, staring at the front page of the newspaper. She had wanted to give Meg the benefit of the doubt, since she knew Cas had a thing for her. But if she was a murderer Daphne had to keep her away from him. And in order to do that…
But how was she going to accomplish that? The security system was very…secure. She looked down. Maybe her bandage could be of use. No, that would be crazy. Although.
She took of her hospital shirt and pinched her fingers underneath the bandage. Then she unrolled the bandage and cringed when she pulled off the last bit.
She heard a weird sound and looked up. Janice was standing in the doorway, biting her nails and looking horrified.
Daphne walked towards her and grabbed her arm. She checked the hallway.
“You want to go home, right?” she asked. Janice nodded heavily. “Bad man dead. Janice safe now” she said.
“Yeah, whatever” Daphne said insensitive. “Do you see that red box over there?” She pointed at the fire alarm.
Janice nodded.
“I want you to press it” Daphne said.
Janice, who seemed to have a weird kind of admiration for Daphne, walked to the fire alarm and pressed it.
The alarm howled through the building.
Downstairs in the security room the security guard could see on the camera’s that there was no fire and that Janice was wandering around again. He spoke into a phone and warned a staff member.
“Janice, are we out for a walk?” a nurse said, entering the hallway a few minutes later. He walked towards her.
Janice widened her eyes and pointed at Daphne’s room. “Blood. Pain” she said.
The nurse walked to Daphne’s room which was still open. He saw Daphne sitting on the bed, her hands on her bleeding stomach. He walked inside to her.
“Have you scratched your wounds?” he asked reproaching.
“They itched so much” she said as she leaned forward. “I’m sorry” she mumbled before she pressed her lips on his. She let go and smiled silly.
“I’ll go get some new bandage, okay?” the nurse said and he left.
Daphne looked at Janice who was standing in her room again.
“Did you get it?” she asked agitated.
Janice handed her something that looked like a credit card.
Daphne accepted it and a smiled mischievous.