Delia's POV
That girl, the girl who came to visit me, she said she'd come back, she seemed like she knew me well. Her name escapes me now but know I know her. I've felt her tender touch before. I've let her hair down from that be hive of hers, we've talked for hours, but I still can't remember her name. I know she's move than just a friend to me, and soon I'll be coming out of this place and I'll have to find her. But with patience comes pain. Hopefully I figure out her name before then, her eyes were so hollow and sad, she needs a friend. She needs me.
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Patsy's POV
It had been a few hours since I'd regained consciousness although trixie and I hadn't really conversed more than 30 words to each other, I could tell that she didn't know what to say but then again neither did I, she was still holding my hand and that comforted me more than words could. I couldn't help but think of Delia in this moment, she was sat in a hospital bed upstairs some where thinking I was going to come back. I felt bad. If I'd died I would've just left her behind with no explanation. She would've been alone, I'm here only true friend in London. I need to be there for her.
Trixie looked exhausted, I could tell she'd been awake the whole night but I also knew that now I was awake she wouldn't leave my side until I was on the mend and back home.
"Trixie why don't you ask one of the others to come up here so you can go home and rest" I suggest, she needs sleep or she too will become unwell.
"No Patsy, I want to be here, I want you to talk to me" I knew she was going to say that at some point.
"I'm just not ready to talk trixie, I will. Just not right now, you need to rest now please do as I ask"
"Okay patsy, I'll wait for Barbara to arrive and then I'll get off"
Barbara always made good conversation, she always had something to say and she was so sweet she could take your mind off everything. Although I don't think even she could draw my thoughts away from that knife that's so vivid but vague in my memory.
I remember taking it and I remember taking it to my skin but I don't remember there being any pain. Pain that should've been there just wasn't, or at least in my memory it wasn't. Though now I had some very painful wounds to look after.
Barbara arrived within the hour and trixie set off home to sleep. Barbara brought grapes. A typical Barbara gesture, but that's what made her sweet, she always looked out for your better interest.
