"I doubt you need to pity me to decide if you want to save me or not." Kate said coldly to Jesse. "You need to consider how many people have been killed by his hand and mine. I've only killed one person."
"Who was your son" Hoffman added dryly.
"Shut the fuck up!" Kate yelled at the detective.
Hoffman smirked at her. "Make me, bitch"
Kate retrieved the piece of concrete that she had threatened to hit Hoffman with earlier.
Hoffman's eyes caught hers, and he stared into them. "Wow, I'm totally scared now. Go ahead dear…take your best shot."
Kate smiled at him, though it didn't reach her eyes. "With pleasure"
She cocked back her arm to prepare to throw the piece of concrete at him. Jesse scrambled to her feet. Pain shot through her. She bit down on her lip, so she can take her mind off the pain in her legs. She raised her hand in protest.
"Don't!" She said, leaning against the wall for support. "If you hit him with that, I definitely won't choose you."
Kate shifted her feet, so that she was positioned to throw the piece of concrete at Jesse.
"Are you serious?" Jesse asked in disbelief.
"I don't need you to survive. If I hit you, we'll just get the keys from you."
"How will you accomplish that? You're too fucking far away to reach me. Both of you are."
Kate stiff posture began to relax as realization dawned on her. Hoffman's smirk widened.
"So, if you hit me with that and I don't regain consciousness in thirty minutes, we all die."
Kate dropped the piece of concrete. Defeated, she sat abruptly on the floor. She put her head in her hands. "Fuck"
"You said earlier that I should consider how many people you and the detective killed. What about the reasons why both of you killed your victims?" Jesse pointed out.
"I told you! My son wouldn't shut the fuck up! Have you ever heard the constant crying of a three-month-old? It's hard on the nerves!" Kate shouted.
"So, if you realized you had trouble taking care of your son, why the fuck didn't you call your friends?" Jesse demanded. "If you didn't have a friend to turn to, why the hell didn't you leave your son at a hospital or fire station? You know this state has safe haven laws. You wouldn't have been prosecuted if you left your child in the care of others."
"I felt it would've been irresponsible of me to do that." Kate replied, her voice breaking. She began to cry.
"So, you felt the most responsible thing to do was kill your son!" Jesse exclaimed, enraged. "How the fucking hell can you think killing your son was more fucking responsible than leaving him at the hospital or fire station? At least he would be alive! I doubt your sorry ass would be here too!"
"What would've you done in my situation, nurse?"
"I WOULD'VE LEFT THE KID AT THE HOSPITAL LIKE ANY SANE PERSON WOULD IF I FELT TEMPTED AT HARMING HIM!" Jesse roared in fury. "I WOULDN'T HAVE FUCKING KILLED HIM, THINKING IT WAS MORE RESPONSIBLE!" Emotionally exhausted, she collasped to the ground. Tears of anger, frustration, and grief spilled out onto her cheeks.