Definitely too tired and drunk to worry about it, or continue to pester Trish about something she didn't want to talk about. She was famous for doing that herself. And their friendship worked best when they didn't push each other's buttons. She had a feeling that was going to change when bringing up her medical records.
She shook her head, "No. I have no idea. I'm looking into it. But someone was definitely on the scaffolding. Waiting. And it just .. crushed him. Like a fucking bug." It was fucking horrible, that's what it was. And now she was going to have the police after her ass for something she didn't do probably. Her only solace was that hopefully someone caught whatever was going on outside on camera.
Jessica stared at the copies of her files and then finally looked back up at her. "What do you mean unaccounted for?" she asked, as she grabbed the file and opened it up. Against her better judgment. "It says I was checked in and.. oh. Like an actual gap. No notes about anything. Just an admission and a couple of notes about days and then nothing until I got released. Great." She put the file back down on the table with a sigh. "I mean, I guess I don't have to be a genius to figure out what the fuck happened in those days, right? I mean I didn't have powers and then when I left, I did so.. What are you doing this for, Trish?"