Back inside, Maggie was still backed into the corner next to the cupboard door, Martin still pointing his revolver at her with a malicious grin in his eyes.
Finally finding the strength to speak, Maggie's voice filled the deadly silence in the hall, "Martin, this doesn't have to be this way…"
Martin just shook his head, "No, your wrong there. I've got nothing to loose! I've lost the two most important things in my life!" he slowly took a step closer to her. Maggie pressed her back further up against the wall. But as Martin got closer, a muffled groan stopped him in his tracks, he spun round facing the living room, he couldn't figure what the noise was. However, it dawned on Maggie a few seconds after Martin had entered the room, she had forgotten about one person through all this. Sheila. After she had been knocked back into the living room, Maggie hadn't heard anything form her since. Edging over to the living room door, not letting her back leave the wall, Maggie glanced inside. Martin was standing, his gun pointed at Sheila's slumped body on the floor, his gun pointing directly at her head. Without thinking, she ran into the room, falling to her knees beside Sheila, ignoring Martin.
"Sheila? Sheila can you hear me sweetie?" Maggie's spoke as she franticly shook her, just wanting a sign of life. Checking her pulse, Maggie was close to tears, there was hardly any. "Sheila, Sheila!" resting her hand on Sheila's, Maggie knew that if Sheila didn't get help soon, there chances of her survival were incredibly slim. Looking up at Martin who was still standing over the pair, Maggie's eyes were filling with tears. "Martin, if Sheila doesn't get out of here soon, there's just no chance that she'll recover. Please."
Martin shrugged his shoulders, smiling down on the registrar, "We'll if her chances are so low, I might as well put her out of her misery, save your time and money!" and with that evil, comment he lowered his gun and before Maggie could stop him, he pressed down on the trigger.
