"Mal Fallon?" someone said. Mal turned around to see another nurse standing behind them. Mal stood up and turned to her.
"How's she doing?" he asked. The others had stood up also. They had come to care for the girl who saved their friends life.
"She's doing well. She's fully awake and wants to see you". She surveyed the amount of people sitting with them, scrunching her nose up as if they had broken a rule by simply sitting there. "Only two visitors at a time please".
"You and Natara go" said Amy right away. They walked past the nurse and into Molly's room, where she sat and waited, looking weak but was smiling. Mal sat closest to her, Natara next to him. "Hey Molly, how are you feeling?" asked Natara sweetly.
Molly looked at her, clearly not impressed by her tone "Like someone who just got shot".
Mal couldn't help but smile.
"Where's my dad? I want to make sure he goes to jail for a long time" she said.
Mal was shocked by her tone, it had gone from hopeful to pure hatred. "He-he didn't make it" said Mal.
Molly's face flashed a slightly hurt look, but quickly turned back to hard and angry. "Good, I hate him. He hated me."
"Molly" said Mal reproachfully "He didn't hate you. What happened was an accident."
"An accident! Yeah right". The same nurse peeked her head in the door and said "Mr. Fallon! If you keep antagonizing my patient I'm going to have to ask you to leave". Molly gave her a look of pure venom and the nurse ducked out of the doorway. Molly lowered her voice after that. "He always hated me. I'm glad he's dead! He killed my mom, two other people and almost killed me and you. I should be dead right now."
Natara looked astounded that a girl her age could speak so darkly. Mal said "but your not dead don't forget that. Don't say you hate him, you don't mean that."
"Yes I do" she said "and he hated me more".
"He loved you Molly." said Mal. "Who did he always stop for when he was hurting your mom? You. Who did he never want to see him kill? You. He thought burying his victims he was bonding with you. He ended his own life because he thought you were dead. He may be many things, but I know he was someone who loved his daughter."
There was a long pause, then Molly finally said "I just wanna get out of here. I don't like hospitals".
Finally, something Natara could relate to her about "Me to Molly, me to."
So, the awkward moment when you only plan on 12 chapters and it'll probably take 20 just to get your story across. Oh well, that's probably because Molly wasn't supposed to be a major character. oh well.