You Look Dreadful

"I think we should talk now." 

Silence followed his words before a meek whisper was heard. 

"We should." Clare ended sitting up straight, scooting over to the other side so that he could sit comfortably on the foot end of the hospital bed. 

Blake took the hint and settled down without wasting any more of their time. He planned to talk to her before her mind would go down the path of misconceptions.

"So, where do we begin?" He forced himself to smile a little as he asked her, wanting to make her feel better.

"How about we start with why you had a gun in your car?" Clare looked up at him as the question left her lips. "More so, why did Lillian have one on her as well?" The latter was what had been bugging her mind more than the first one.