She wondered what it must be like to find comfort in praying, like Matt surely did on this type of situations. As she rubbed at her knuckles, Kate wondered if she should silently give that a go. It felt strange, out of place for her, like singing to a song you don't really know the lyrics to.

Hunched as she was on her seat, she looked up sharply, the attention of all three women in the room captured as Matt coughed, clearly coming back to his senses. Heather approached his bed and, Kate later would be thankful by how she had not seen the look in her face the moment Matt called another woman's name. Her name.

It was like being showered with a bucked of ice cold water.

Their eyes met briefly as Heather turned to give her and Kirsten a look. Kate noticed the confusion, the hurt, the silent questions. But Kirsten was like an angel in that room, quickly reminding Matt's girlfriend that this was surely the drugs speaking.

Kate felt as if she had commited some crime, glad that Matt had now called for Heather and his girlfriend was looking after him, giving him some water. Kirsten shot her a curious glance and rubbed her back, encouraging Kate too to get up and approach the bed with her.