As soon as the police were done with her Nancy went to the hospital, wanting to check on Scott. She was about to go into his room when the door opened and Debbie came out. The older girl's eyes were red as if she had been crying.
"Oh, Nancy…" she murmured, sniffing. "You're here."
Nancy nodded. "Yeah… is everything okay?" she asked hesitantly.
Debbie shook her head. "Yes… well, no, it isn't." Seeing the alarm on the younger girl's face she laughed weakly. "Not like that. It's just… Scott told me everything. I feel horrible, like it was my fault."