You had been pacing around the hospital waiting room for what felt like forever now. The wait was unbearable. Rita had been rushed into the emergency room by the doctors and nurses, who were now working to save her life.

It was horrible. You'd been searching for Rita after she hadn't turned up at O'Dwyer's Tavern like you'd arranged, hoping you might find her at the restaurant that the Elysian Garden Club held their gatherings at. Initially you'd been told she wasn't there, but you quickly found out that yes, yes she was. Outside the restaurant, Rita had been stabbed twice by Alma Filcott. When you, alongside others, found her, you'd rushed to attempt to apply pressure to her already heavily bleeding wounds, hoping it might be the thing that kept her alive.

And now here you were, pacing around the waiting room restlessly, awaiting any news on Rita's condition. You were terrified, terrified that she wouldn't pull through this; Rita had always been a survivor in life, a woman who would do anything to live, but this looked bad.

Finally, the emergency room door opened, and a doctor stepped out, looking tired, but not overwhelmingly negative. Your heart leapt into your throat as you rushed over to him.

"Ms. Castillo is alive, let me tell you first."

He started, before you could even get a word in. You felt the weight on your chest lighten considerably, even at just that.

"However, she is in critical condition. She lost a lot of blood before she got here, and the wounds are severe. But she's stable, for now. You can see her, but she hasn't woken up yet."

The doctor finished, nodding. He stepped aside, allowing you access to the door.