The elevator doors slid open and Skylar exited. Trying to remember where Ted's room was from the last time she visited, she set off left down the hallway, checking the numbers on the doors as she went. Finally she came to Ted's room, took a deep breath and pushed open the door and entered in the same movement.
Ted was, like last time, lying quite still in his bed, his eyes closed and head propped up with the metal frame. Only when the door closed did he open his eyes to see Skylar entering the room. He made no indication he was going to speak, so Skylar decided to say the first word, 'hello, Ted.'
'Why are you- why are you here?' he asked quietly and naturally.
Skylar walked casually over to a table and leaned against it, 'I'm here because of our last conversation, Ted.'
'That was settled; we agreed that I wouldn't say anything.'
'Yes, I know, but... I want to make sure you're still holding to your word.'
'Well, I am, Skylar. You don't have to worry. There's a lot at stake for me.'
'Yes, well, given the past, I now realize I can't exactly trust you, Ted.'
Ted closed his eyes and sighed, 'I know you don't trust me Skylar, and there was a time where that would have made me feel terrible. But not anymore. You've threatened and held your power above me for the last time. I'm going to put an end to it.'
Reaching desperately for the drawers next to his bed, Skylar saw that he was trying to open one of the draws and take something out. Moving away from the table to see what it was he was reaching for Skylar was shocked and scared to see it was a revolver. Ted got a grasp of it and pulled it from the drawer, raising it in Skylar's direction.
'Ted, no!' Skylar shouted, thrusting both arms out in front of her. But it was to no avail, for Ted squeezed the trigger without any hesitation, the loud, bursting noise of the gunshot erupting in the small room.
Skylar felt the full force of the bullet in her stomach as she toppled backwards against the wall, before slowly sliding down it onto the floor, he rasping gasps causing blood to seep from her mouth.
Deciding he was not finished with Skylar, Ted rolled himself out of his bed, but collapsed onto the floor pitifully. The gun fell from his grasp and ended up a metre from where he lay on the floor.
As Ted struggled with immense effort to reach for the gun, Skylar, with a painful effort, turned her head to see a glass of orange juice on the table next to her head. Giving a painful groan, she reached up and grabbed a hold of it.
Turning back to Ted, she saw that he had managed to touch the gun with his fingertips, and was working to get a hold of it again. Taking this only opportunity, Skylar, with all of her remaining strength, threw the glass of orange juice straight for Ted's head. In a miraculous chance, it hit Ted full impact square on the top of his head, the glass shattering and orange juice and blood spilling everywhere.
With some of the broken glass stuck in the top of Ted's head, he, with a final gasp of pain, dropped his head forward onto the floor, twitching suddenly and randomly. With all of her strength drained, and the bullet wound in her stomach, Skylar could do no more, so she too, succumbed to her wounds, and her head fell back against the wall, her hands smeared with her own blood.