One hour later...
Regan opened her eyes. "Ah, Grace, hello."
Grace looked at her sister. "So, you've decided to wake up?"
"Yep. Although, sleep is good." With that, Regan closed her eyes and drifted off again, in her nice soft hospital bed.
Grace turned to Marcus. "Let's give her some space."
Marcus nodded, and they snuck outside.
"I never thought she would stoop this far. Thank goodness we both got into the cellar, before she came inside..." Marcus' voice drifted off. "So, before we left, you mentioned baby names.
Grace's face broke out in a huge smile. "For a boy... hmm. Bryce or Hugh?"
Marcus grinned. "I was thinking Marcus Junior," he joked, "or Grace Junior." He held up an arm to deflect her playful slaps.
"Hey, you two, get out of it. I can hear you from in here" Regan called out. "I'm the one who got you both into this mess, at least let me be involved."
Grace looked questioningly at Marcus, and they both walked back into Regan's ward.
"What do you mean, Regan?"
Regan blushed. "I told Marcus where he might be able to find you that night..." Her voice trailed off as Grace started to laugh.
"Even after what I told you? You, little sister, are mad." Grace walked out, still bellowing with laughter. Marcus looked at Regan, and was surprised to see tears flowing down her face.
"I know Grace, Marcus. Laughing like that is her way of dealing with grief and pain. Go and comfort her. Last time I heard that laugh, our parents had split up and Dad was taking Jaz away."
Marcus nodded and walked out of the room. Before he could call out to Grace, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
A dry voice answered. "Marcus Bryce Turner?"
"Yes, that's me."
"We have a request from a Ms Ingrid Marr here at Gungellan Police Station. She wishes to speak to you."
Marcus shuddered. After what had happened to Regan, he had no wish to speak to the woman who so nearly took his friend's life away.
"No, thank you. I think she's caused enough trouble." He hung up and walked the hallway, in search of Grace.