{NATHAN}
I lay still sits at my desk, her feet propped up, sipping on her whiskey. She has a huge white band-aid awkwardly taped to her
forehead, and I already know she put that on herself.
I look for Marcie and find her quicker than I thought. On her front, lying on the floor, with a letter opener stabbed into the back of her neck.
"Little sunflower," I say carefully as I step in. "Care to tell me what happened?"
She spreads her arms wide, the whiskey sloshing in the glass. "She said you deserved better than me."
I wipe my mouth with my hand, making sure to hide my smile.
"You killed my doctor."
"She wanted to fuck you. She wanted me out, so she could be in."
"Marcie was very useful to me."
"And now she's dead." With a shrug, she drinks some more whiskey and points at her forehead. "And look," she slurs. "I fixed myself. I can be the doctor now."
I huff, slowly making my way to her.
