Hospitalized

Alicia knew she couldn't stay mad at Tanya too long. She had just finished breakfast, about to leave for work. Yet the door to Tanya's room was still shut since yesterday. She sighed deeply and glanced toward Tanya's room from where she sat, holding her coffee mug with both hands, with an empty plate of ham, cheese, and toast set before her. Only her coffee remained; about a quarter full.

She set the cup down on the table, and grabbed her phone, dialing Tanya's number. It was still switched off.

She got up and went to the door.

"Tanya?" She called. She didn't get a response. She called twice more. Still nothing. Then she began to get worried. She knew how dangerous Tanya could be to others, did she do something to herself? "Tanya!" She banged the door repeatedly, yelling her name louder each time.

She didn't even hear the dragged footsteps until the key turned in the lock. She gasped, pausing mid-strike.

"What is it?" Tanya growled, looking disheveled.