Gerry, Julius, and Alan waited in the waiting room to find out how bad Nicole's injures were. The doctor came out and walked over to them. "She's fine. She's got some cuts and bruises and there was a piece of glass that went through her palm and another that went through her arm. They'll heal up in about week or so." "May we see her?" Gerry asked. "Sure thing. It that room right there." He pointed to a room numbered 138. They walked in and saw Nicole laying on a bed, hooked up to all sorts of machines. They stood around her, watching her breathing in and out. She finally opened her eyes and saw her friends.
"How you feeling?" Gerry asked as he gently grasped her hand.
"Bad. Where am I?"
"In the hospital. Nicole, who did this to you?" She looked at the wall in front of her. "We need to know who." I can't tell them, she told herself over and over. "Was it Ray?" Tears formed in her eyes. "It was Ray wasn't it?" Slowly she nodded.
"He…he didn't mean to. He was drunk."
"Nicole, he sent you to the hospital. Ray's getting a little out of control and I think that we should tell the authorities before he does something a lot worse."
"No. I don't want Ray to get in trouble for something that he didn't mean to do. It was an accident. I mean it. He…he didn't mean to do it. He over drank. If he didn't drink so much then I wouldn't have ended up in here. Don't do it Gerry. Please don't do it." Gerry wanted to protest but he knew that by doing so, he would make her more upset. "Alright, I won't do it." She looked at his face. "Pr…promise?" "Promise."