Even though Lucy and Alice did not like Christina, when they next saw her, they were heartbroken by her condition. The fall had broken two legs and one arm. She had fractured her spine, and she was in a coma. No one knew if she would walk again, or if she would even wake up.
By the time the two ladies were allowed to see her, two weeks had passed since her attempted suicide, and she was in the recovery unit. There were tears in Lucy’s eyes and, when Alice saw them, she embraced her friend and reminded her that none of this was her fault.
When they’d arrived, a nurse had been in the process of changing Christina’s diaper and there was the rank smell of piss and s**t in the room, which only served to make Christina seem even more pathetic than she might have otherwise seemed. “It is such
