Kyla was to say the least, a little bemused. Although so would you be, if you'd of been locked in a closet with the most volcanic combination of people in Holby City General, through a long winded twist of fate.
She sneaked a cautious glance at Jac who was sitting flat against the furthest wall. Connie was seated opposite, scowling and muttering escape plans to a distracted Maddy, who was sowing cows onto an empty catheter packet with left over stitches thread and the broken end of a syringe.
"Let's play a game."
Two of the three women looked up at her sudden announcement with puzzled expressions; the third clapped her hands grinning wickedly.
"What about truth or dare?"
"We're adults..." Jac shot a somewhat septical look at Maddy who responded with a sarcastic smile, "and cannot be expected to play children's games. The situation is bad enough as it is."
Connie, however let a small smile spread along her features. "Well I'm in."
"Same." Kyla announced shuffling closer to the middle of the room.
"Well looks like it's just you then Jac…not chicken I hope?" Maddy snickered at her.
"No, I'm just old eno-"
"Look, we're stuck in this cupboard probably won't be found for another few hours. Nothing admitted will be said out side this room and nothing done will be spoken of ever again. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"...So you might as well humor us."
"Fine." Jac snapped, sliding over to sit in between Connie and Kyla.
Maddy nodded at her and reached for an unopened syringe which she quickly shed of its packaging and placed in the middle of the four women.
"Ready?"