Lila
She'd slept a lot during the day, waking at different times when the nurses checked her. Then again when she heard the door go and someone took the seat next to the bed.
When she opened her eyes the light outside was dimming—like it was late afternoon. And the man in the chair next to her was a gray-haired older man with strong shoulders and a soft smile. He wore glasses, a collared shirt with a sweater over it. And even though he didn't have anything official on, she knew immediately that he was a Police Officer.
"Hello, Lila, my name's Harry," he said quietly when he saw her looking at him.
"Officer Harry?" she said warily.
He smiled. "Detective, actually. Detective Harry Quinn."
Lila's heart sped up. "Hello, Detective."
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been better," she said, but pushed herself up slowly to sit. The pain medication they'd added to her drip was helping. But it was also making her very sleepy.
