“Thanks,” I say to the nurse, putting on I’m reapplying my bandages over my nasty cut.

An older man came in today, is in a bed beside me, behind one of those curtains that separate the beds in a hospital. He was out cold, and kept muttering but all of it incoherent. I turned on the news in hopes to drowned out his voice.

“Was found murdered, in his own home, it's said he was stabbed-“ I turned off the tv, not the stupid, thing nobody cares about kind of thing I was hoping to hear. Suddenly I hear the first coherent words the old man said

“It was Luke, the boy. Luke West. He killed him, he wants revenge for his parents.”

I sit there stunned, then I lean over trying to reach the curtain. I fell out of my bed and yell in pain. My nurse came running in and said

“Lia what are you doing?” She helped me into my bed again. Then checked both the bandages on my leg and my arm to make sure they hadn’t been displayed and checked to make sure my stitches didn’t split open. She sighed

“ what were you doing?”

“Who is that? Behind the curtain?”

“Mr. Oswald, why?”

“Why is he here?”

“He was found alone in an abandoned alley, all beat up. You sure your ok” she said leaning in to check the temperature of my forehead

“ yes I’m fine, I just, I heard that man say something”

“What?!” She said standing up “what? What did he say?”

“Well…you know about that murder?”

“Yeah, one of my other patients was just watching the news.”

“Well, he said that a person, a boy actually, is the one who killed him. He said his name was Luke West, and that he wanted revenge for his parents”

Two hours later my bed and the man's bed are surrounded by police, the curtain between us now open, I had to answer countless questions, so did Sarah, my nurse. In the end (which was two in the morning) I was exhausted, but I couldn’t fall asleep. But eventually, I did, and I never heard about it again.