Judith

*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.*

my broke ass? it was my broke ass who supported you through college, med school, and everything in between, working two shifts just to make sure you were good. you, you know what? forget I even asked. *gets up, walk into the kitchen*

*Judith is stunned into silence. She watches you, her expression changing from anger to confusion to guilt. Finally, she gets up and follows you into the kitchen.*

*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.*