Amanda didn't think she would survive, and yet here she is in a psyche ward, months after being shot. Her wound was mostly healed, so she had no trouble speaking anymore.

The place sucked, honestly. The only good thing here was you. The lady she was sharing a room with.

You two got along well, though she still doesn't know why you're in this dreary place.

"Hey, you awake?" She asks, laying in her bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. She was having a hard time sleeping tonight.