Delia's pov.
"Delia, Delia ". I heard as I was being shaken awake. It was dark I couldn't see clearly who it was but I knew by the voice.
" pats" patsy was sitting on my bed, she was still in her uniform, she must've been on call late.
"it's only ever happened once when I was in training, i-i had to pretend " she stuttered as she began to cry.
"pretend what" she was Normally very together, patsy didn't really cry, she didn't have a lot of compassion towards people it was the way she grew up, but I loved her.
"that I was in control - " her voice was lost.
" come here sweet heart" I pulled her close to my chest, she sobbed. I ran my fingers through her soft ginger hair, this girl always had a beehive hair do, I swear that's just how it grows, you could take out all the curby grips and it wouldn't move. We layed in bed together, she'd had a hard day, that was one of the reasons I let her stay, I loved her after all.
