How They Got Away With Murder | Book Three

Chapter Ten-Part Two

      She woke up to the sound of her name being called. Karmen lifted up her head in confusion. She didn't remember falling asleep.

      "There's someone here to see you." Her nurse said. She absentmindedly nodded. She blinked a few times, clearing up her vision. She was starting to feel more numb to the pain. At least, that was what the drugs made it seem like. 

      Her eyes shot to the door. The person that entered her room was not who she expected. Instantly, her cracked lips spread into a weak smile.

      "Hey." She said, her voice raspy. 

      Frank walked around to the side of her bed and sat down in the fabric-covered chair. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

      "Well, they've got me on pretty good drugs, so I'm okay."

      She hoped for some kind of reaction, but he only stared at the bed with a blank expression. She sighed, reaching out her fingers. He noticed, taking her paled hand in his own.

      "I'm fine, Frank."

      "Just an hour ago you weren't allowed visitors."

      "But you're here now. I'm kind of surprised you're the first person here."

      He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, his eyes boring into hers. "Bonnie called, said the others went home. I don't know how much time I've got 'till she tells the rest of 'em you're allowed company."

      "Good. Alyssa won't get to murder you, then."

      At last, his lips twitched upwards. But then, it flipped to a deep frown.

      "She also told me the detectives came by."

      She locked her jaw as she recalled the event. 

      "Yeah." She hesitated. Telling Frank about the conversation would only make things worse. But maybe he could figure out who set the fire before the cops decided to question her further.

      "I thought that they just wanted Annalise, but that wasn't exactly true."

      His brows drew together and he leaned closer.

      "Who else do they want?"

      "Me." 

      He sat up straighter, his lips parting in a shocked manner. He shook his head after a minute of deep thought.

      "That's ridiculous. What proof do they have?"

      Hate coiled in her chest once she thought of her professor. "Annalise. She told them about the fight I had with Wes. She could be at the station sharing about how much I hated Laurel and Wes for a time."

      Frank's eyes darkened. She flinched when his grip on her hand tightened.

      "I'll fix this." He muttered under his breath.

      "How? Unless you can find the person that did this."

      His gaze met hers, his face etched with pure determination.

      He repeated firmly, "I'll fix this."

      Not bothering to push, she said, "Okay. I trust you."

      Frank slowly raised his free hand to her face, softly caressing her cheek.

      "When Bonnie first told me you were in the hospital I almost lost my mind. I couldn't stop thinking that you'd die." He confessed. She could see the walls he'd built slowly crumble with each word spoken.