Broken

Chapter 3

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jane was staring blankly at the immobile girl laying under the crinkled, white sheets. Wringing her hands, she stated, "I know what that girl is going to go through when she wakes up. It's not fair."

"She'll definitely be confused and frightened. But, all we can do right now is support her, and find out who really did this," whispered Maura, rubbing Jane's back.

"I know, for one, she didn't do this," Jane said.

The pale girl shifted slightly, her fingers twitching. Jane and Maura's eyes shot up to the girl, waiting intently, hoping she would wake up. The girl's fingers stopped moving, then suddenly, her eyes fluttered open. As she started gasping for air, Jane and Maura moved quickly to try and calm her down.

"Shh. It's okay, you're gonna be alright," cooed Jane, grasping the girl's limp hand.

Finally, after the girl stopped her coughing fit, Maura sweetly questioned, "What's your name?"

The young girl's eyes darted quickly back in forth between Maura and Jane, her brows crinkling in confusion.

"We're here to help you, don't be scared. I promise," Maura reassured her, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Reagan. Where are my parents?" she croaked, her eyes filling with tears.

"They're in the cafeteria, real quick. We came to give them a break," lied Jane.

Maura's eyes widened in horror as Jane finished her white lie. She knew sooner or later Reagan would be told the truth, and it would be harder to except the fact they're really gone.

"Jane, can I have a word outside with you?" Maura asked, her eyebrows arching.

"Uh, sure...," Jane replied slowly, standing up out of her seat.

"We'll be right back," smiled Maura to Reagan.

They both walked out, Maura closing the door behind them.

"Jane, you can't do that. She's traumatized, and once she finds out they've been murdered this entire time, she'll have even more mental issues," Maura stated fiercely.

"Well, sorry, she just woke up. I didn't want to have to tell her that her parents had just been murdered. Especially by a copy-cat murderer. Now I have to protect her, and myself again," replied Jane wearily, rubbing her hands down her face.

"Jane. Look at me. We'll figure this out. I swear," Maura swore, who was glancing towards the window looking in on Reagan.

"I know, I know. It just isn't fair. She's probably wondering what's going on. I guess we should tell her the truth, let's go," Jane mumbled, opening the door.

They both came back in, as it was eerily quiet. Maura was on the right, while Jane sat to the left of Reagan.

"Reagan, sweetie. We know you may not remember much, but it's time we told you the actual truth," said Maura, who laid a hand on Reagan's hand softly.

"W-What do you mean?" mumbled Reagan.

"She means, that your parents have been in a copy-cat homicide. They were the victims," stated Jane, looking off into space, her eyes tearing up.

The room became terribly silent, except for the beeping monitor by the hospital bed. Reagan glanced back and forth between Jane and Maura, hoping for a 'just kidding', but one never name. Maura's hand was still clasped onto Reagan's hand, so Reagan squeezed back, and leaned into Maura. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and onto her hospital gown. Jane reached over, rubbing her back to try and calm her down, while Maura sat there dumbfounded, clutching the young girl in her arms.