Jalena: yep, I didn't know you could do that on fanfiction, it only took me three weeks to find it lol:D
Oh shit. this was bad, very bad. In none of her medical explanations had Thea outlined that Holly could die from the Isis Bloodstone, and now they were being held in the security office of the hospital, waiting for the police to come. Eric had walked into them on the way to meet his mother and had protested their innocence, only to almost get dragged off himself, until the Security Guards had realised they had no reason to hold him since that just because they were friends didn't mean he was involved.
Now, Winnie looked left and right, to Poppy and Jeannette, who were sitting either side of her. Both of them looked upset and scared. Upset because Holly was gone, scared because they couldn't just kill the human authorities and get the hell out of there, they had to act human, and that might mean going to prison for a very long time.
All three girls watched as the police officers clasped cuffs around their wrists and seemed somewhat detached from the whole situation. They watched as though from somewhere else as they were searched for weapons, where numerous pencils, some sticks and some other wooden instruments were pulled from them. They all seemed somewhat confused, Winnie heard one of the women officers mutter "must be vampire fanatics, or something."
Or something, Winnie agreed as they were dragged off towards the cars after being arrested on suspicious of euthanasia. Jeannette was crying in long loud bursts, Poppy tried arguing with them "look, officer, we sneaked in, but that's all we did! I swear it! We just wanted to see our friend!" Winnie felt strangely at peace while the police officers calmed Poppy with a stern "do you realise how much trouble you're in, girl? The security guards heard you shout that you'd killed her."
When they finally got to the police station, they were allowed one call each. "Call Thierry!" Poppy called out as Winnie got the first call, "we don't have any money for lawyers!"
She let the phone ring a long time, then it occurred to her. Thierry and Hannah had left for Europe already, he wouldn't be home, and they had no way to contact him. Poppy phoned her father, who was aware that she wasn't dead, it wasn't until it was Jeannette's turn that Winnie had her inspiration, "phone Galen," she hissed, "he has money too!"
Jeannette had her one minute call, in which Galen promised to get them the best lawyers and that he'd send someone to post bail. Winnie could hear his voice and she closed her eyes in relief. She knew there was a reason she'd always liked him, other than the fact he made her best friend and boss happy.
Poppy stared across at the sergeant who was interviewing her, he pushed towards her a few packets of powder that had been in the bag they had been carrying, "do you recognize these?"
She didn't see the point in lying; she had been carrying it, besides, what was wrong with that? "Yes."
He seemed taken aback, she hadn't said what he'd expected, "you know that even if it proved not to be Euphanasia, we can hold you because of the drugs?"
It dawned on her than he thought she was carrying drugs, she felt the temptation to laugh, but not even she could laugh about this, she played dumb, "Oh! You thought I was carrying whatchamacallit? Cocaine! They're herbs."
His frown deepened, and he pushed it towards his companion, "have this identified," he turned back to Poppy, "so, what kind of herbs are they?"
"I don't know what they're called!" she said, and that part was true, "I brought them for Thea, she's a new age nut, and she works with herbs. She wanted some to make her relax and help the pain… she doesn't believe in using drugs – like…medical drugs, I mean. She doesn't believe in bad drugs either," she tried to dig herself out of the whole. It didn't quite work.
"So, why," the Police officer continued when she'd given up, "did you still have the herbs after you'd visited her room?"
"because, because," Poppy looked around the room quickly for some inspiration, there was nothing. But her head showed her images of a measuring cylinder, and eventually she got it, "we'd bought too much, because I don't know anything about herbs, she said if there was too much there, she'd use it all and that wouldn't be good. We only gave her enough for one night."
Thank you brain, she commended herself. At least if he went to search Thea's room she would hopefully have enough sense to lie for them. Now, the police officer looked pissed off, and he leaned across the desk.
"Poppy. You seem like a nice kid, scared, but nice, and I want to help you. Maybe it's true what you said about the drugs – herbs, but think a moment, that doesn't change the fact that you snuck into a hospital room and was heard shouting 'we've killed her' now, would you like to explain that comment?"
"We heard a huge beep, like she was dead. Well, she was dead, so it was exactly like that," Poppy felt tears down her face, but she got no sympathy, "and we were there, we weren't doing anything, just talking to her, but I got so scared when I heard the beep I just kind of screamed it out, maybe it was our fault, but…"
The man was stern, "Poppy. Why. Did. You. Kill. Holly?"
"We didn't mean to!" she burst out, "I don't know what happened, but goddess, we didn't mean to!"
"Sir," a woman came running through the doors, completely ignoring Poppy, "we've just looked the girl up, officially, she died of pancreatic cancer a year ago!"
Poppy's head fell to the table. She knew that was going to come back to haunt her one of these days. Both officers gaped at her; she had just one thought.
It's over…
