Interrogation

His footsteps echoed loudly from the metal walls of the shed as he paused in the doorway to evaluate the scene. There was a slowly increasing trail of blood, beginning to the left of the door and continuing around the edges of the large empty room. The little drops of blood slowly increased to little puddles, and later pools before objects, roughly cut human fingers were left discarded at randomly placed intervals. Finally, the trail lead to a discarded, pale, scarred, blood stained, fingerless body. The detective bent down to see the tortured eyes, wide open, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. The last thing they'd ever see.

The woman sat nervously playing with her fingers as she awaited the detective in the cold, echo prone room. Finally, he arrived and took a seat opposite her at the table in the middle of the room.
"So," He said briskly. "Why'd you do it?"
"I didn't." She answered.
"I'm not playing games." The detective's voice began to grow gruff and he narrowed his eyes. The woman's red, tired eyes stared at him, or perhaps past him in a numb, blank daze. She said nothing.
"Come on, I really don't have all day."
"Officer, really. I didn't... I would never..." The woman began to babble.
"Really?" The detective got up and began pacing the room, his gaze never once leaving the trembling woman who sat on the cold, uncomfortable metal chair. Her eyes became redder as tears threatened to fall.
"You were the last person to see him that night Ma'am." He said, circling her much like a shark circles their prey. "You must know something."
"I don't!" She cried out. shuffling her feet onto the edge of the chair and wrapping her arms around her knees. Her timid gaze slowly went from the ground up to the detective's intimidating, determined face and her eyes followed him as he paced the room.
"I swear!" She said, finally giving in to the tears and letting them soak her cheeks. "We just ran into each other... I hadn't seen him in years!"
"Hadn't seen him in years, eh?" The detective stopped in front of the woman, staring coldly at her. "That's not what one witness says, who saw you not two weeks ago, leaving the supermarket. Together." He said, putting great emphasis on the great word. He was so close, their noses were inches from bumping together. Her lips started to quiver and she trembled even harder, a seemingly impossible feat and an increased flow of tears began to fall.

The detective threw his hands up in the air, like a surrender. "That's it." He said. "I've seen enough." He came around to the woman and motioned for her to get up. "Ms. Johnson, I'm placing you under arrest for murder." The detective roughly put her hands in the hand cuffs and led her out of the room and away.

I Don't Remember

"Where am I? I don't remember..." He said drowsily. He was startled to feel pressure in his left hand and looked over to see another hand squeezing his own.
"I'm here Dom. You had a sleep remember?"
"That man in the blue. He said he'd come back in ten minutes. Will he come soon?"
"He's been. It's all over."
"You'll wait for me, won't you Tara?"
"I did, and they brought you back to me."
"Where am I?"

"He's awake." The nurse observed, poking her head in around the drawn curtain.
"He has been for about ten minutes or so. He keeps asking the same questions. Over and over. Is that normal?" Tara asked, peering concerned, at the nurse, who was now checking Dom.
"That's just the anesthetic talking darlin'. It will go away soon enough."
"Tara?" Dom asked, his voice weak and tired sounding. "They're not going to give me that vile tasting liquid again are they?"
"No Dom. That's all over." The nurse answered before Tara could. "You just have a little rest now and you can go home a bit later, when you feel up to it." With that, the nurse left, pulling the curtains away so she could monitor him better from a distance.

It seemed hours to Tara before Dom began to show signs of coming round. "Tara?"
She squeezed his hand and he looked over at her. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Its all over. Right?"
"Yes Dom. All over. Everything's finished. You're in recovery having a little rest before they let us go home."
"Thank you for putting up with me Tara."
"It was nothing Dom. Like the nurse said, it was the anesthetic, not you."
"The nurse?"
"She came in before to check up on you. You'd not long woken up."
"Tara, my head hurts."
"I know. She said that was normal."

Dom drifted off and Tara sat beside his bed, holding his hand the whole time he slept. When he woke up again, the nurse deemed him fit to go home.
"Alright Dom, you look pretty good to me. Do you feel up to going home?"
Dom, still somewhat weak simply nodded his head.

Tara helped Dom get his shoes on as they waited for the nurse to bring the wheelchair around. With support from both Tara, and the nurse, Dom walked the few steps from the bed to the wheelchair and fell heavily into the seat. The nurse wheeled Dom through the recovery ward and down to the hospital's foyer as Tara lead the way.

The Nurse stayed with Dom while Tara went to get the car and helped get Dom inside. Tara helped Dom with his seatbelt and he fell asleep again as they drove away back home.