In The Garden

Chapter 7

It was nearing ten at night and Rhonda was ready to go home. Unfortunately, she wasn't scheduled to be off for several hours, having agreed to take an extra shift. She sat alone behind a nurse's station staring at a computer monitor nothing was going on tonight it was unusually calm. Out of boredom she decided to look up some information on the events that occurred at Aston Manor she wanted to see if there was any news to confirm Randall White's story about a second survivor. She clicked on the Internet Explorer icon typing in Google.com. Once the Google home page came up she typed Randall White's name in the search several things came up about him most items were about the case thirty years ago but none of them mentioned anything whatsoever about a second survivor.

Then she remembered he had told Victoria that the second survivor was the woman in room 227. Without knowing her real name or any information about her she didn't know how she could search for any information on her. So, she decided to search the computer's patient files to see if she could find anything on her. There was no patient file under the name Jane Doe. She sat staring at the computer screen trying to think of how she could find information that would confirm or deny Randall White's story. She thought she heard someone behind her so she spun around in her chair.

"Hello?" she called out.

There was no answer. She turned back to her computer screen nearly jumping out of her skin when she saw the reflection of person standing behind her. She screamed startling the person behind her who screamed in response.

"Mary?" laughed Rhonda relieved, "what are you doing out of your room again it's past lights out?

"Hello, Nurse Hanson," she smiled coyly.

"Don't hello me what are you doing out of your room?" asked Rhonda.

"I am sneaking," she laughed.

"You really scared me," told Rhonda.

"I know," said Mary, "but I was worried about you."

"Worried?" said Rhonda, "why were you worried about me?"

"I just had a bad dream about you," explained Mary.

"I see," said Rhonda, "well as you can see I am fine. It was just a dream. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Not really," replied Mary.

"But it might make you feel better."

"I doubt that," said Mary, "it will just make me sad."

"Sad," said Rhonda.

"Yes having to talk about what happened to you in my dream will make me sad," explained Mary.

"I think you'll find that it will help you realize it was just a dream if you tell me about it," replied Rhonda.

"Ok well there was a lot of screaming," told Mary.

"What were you afraid of in your dream?" asked Rhonda.

"Oh I wasn't screaming," laughed Mary, "you were. I wasn't scared in the dream, you were. I am scared for you. I have no reason to be afraid because I am a good girl. I am not nosy like you and your reporter friend."

"What do you mean?"

"You and your friend are poking your nose where it doesn't belong," whispered Mary.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," said Rhonda, "we should get you back to your room."

"You know what I'm talking about," snapped Mary, "you're helping that reporter Victoria Baker. You let her talk to Randall White. And now you're looking up stuff about Jane, you're not supposed to do that."