LYDIA MARTIN:
“She needs to come here, now.” Lydia was desperate, there was a body in the back of her car that she had screamed for at one point that late night. She didn’t think the boy was dead, with Scott out the back looking after the body, Lydia needed Mrs. McCall. “It’s not for you to worry about.”
eyebrows furrow in frustration ; on the verge of losing all the patience she had. somehow, though, she manage to take a deep breath and muster up some MORE patience. “ i’ll page her one more time. after that you are on your own. “ quickly, not wanting to waste any more time on this, wilson paged the famous nurse around the hospital. GOD ! she couldn’t believe she had actually left seattle for this : to be fucking bossed around by some t e e n a g e r. with another heavy sigh jo leaned back and waited for a response. the seconds passed and stretched into minutes and . . . no response. standing up, she motion to the chairs. “ if i see her, i’ll let her know you were looking for her. otherwise, you are welcome to wait over there. “




















