Sarah
When I entered the hospital ward, Jane was leaning against the upright bed, quietly sobbing.
"Jane!" I called out, my voice tinged with worry.
"S-Sarah…" She looked up and saw me, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. I approached the side of her bed so she could hug me properly. She clung to me tightly, crying softly like a child.
"Why did you do that, Jane? Why did you try to cut your wrist?" I couldn't help but ask.
She answered in a frail voice with only the two of us in the room. "It's a ploy, Sarah… I made sure I wouldn't die."
"What?" Confusion furrowed my brow as I studied the bandage on her hand, noticing the cut was far from her wrist. "What the hell, Jane! What you did was incredibly dangerous!"
She continued weeping as she told her story. "I know! But what can I do? I c
