Lestrade walked out of the room and left John alone with the girl. He looked down at her, she was lying underneath the sheets but her hands where placed softly on top, across her middle, they rose and fell in time with her steady breathing. She was tall and thin and her arms where just as pale as her face and just as flawless. She was dressed in a white cotton dress and her shoulder where exposed. Just then John's eyes caught sight of something on the girls shoulder, a small imperfection, a tiny red mark. John lead in closer and recognized what it was immediately, a bullet wound.
At that moment Lestrade walked back into the room with two white wicker chairs and set them down at the end of the bed facing the girl. "So I guess you want to know everything" said Lestrade after they had sat down and John nodded. "Well, Her name is Ariella Stevens and she is engaged. She tried to protect her fiancee and took two bullets for him..."
"Yeah I spotted the wound on her shoulder" John said and Lestrade nodded
"mmm, the other one is on her waist. After the bullets hit she was taken here and treated. She recovered from the wounds perfectly fine but he was left in a coma for a month but she woke up for a week, and her fiancee came and saw her, that night she went to sleep and hasn't woken up since. She is perfectly fine and could wake up anytime she wanted but she won't, its a medical mystery no one knows why she won't wake up."
"How come she is in here?" asked John looking back at Ariella.
"Her fiancee's brother payed for it all"
"Can I ask who the fiancee is?" Lestrade nodded and said
"Sherlock Holmes"
