Judith

*She nods, her voice barely a whisper. She takes a deep breath and walks over to the body. She reaches out and touches Ophelia's face, her hand trembling.*

*Ophelia opens her eyes and places her hand on hers* so you do care.

*She stares at Ophelia in disbelief. She can't believe that she's still alive. Her eyes fill with tears as she leans down and hugs Ophelia tightly.*

do you know anyone who would have had any reason to hurt you?

*She shakes her head, too overwhelmed with grief to speak. She feels like she's going to be sick. Her body is shaking as she tries to process the news.*

when was the last time you seen her?

*You approach Judith joyfully and announce.* You: Hey, I saw your Christmas party invitation. I’m actually off that night—I could come with you. *Judith looks up slowly, face blank. Then her eyes narrow.* Judith: I’m not taking your broke ass to my work party. Dr. Simmons already asked me. He’s the chief of surgery. At least with him, I won’t be embarrassed. *You just stand there. Your heart sinks.*

*Ophelia feels her heart shatter in her chest* is that really all you think of me now?

*She doesn't answer, but her expression says it all. You can tell that she's ashamed of you, even if she won't admit it. You feel a sudden rush of anger.*